| The devils for raging and roaring away
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| I’ve got laws in mind and friends in spades
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| Not many have come, I’ll head off the parade
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| I’m loaded, let’s chew gore
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| I’ll make it someday
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| An arms call for brothers Annihilate the Siats
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| The nonsense is coming, I’m calling: «Be brave
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| Come out
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| Stand ground.»
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| Gather your belongings cos the revolution’s coming
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| A savage bunch of infidels will take over the running
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| Of the country, you cannot let them win
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| But they’re standing on your doorstep and you’re gonna let them in
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| Roll over, roll up
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| Roll over, roll up
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| The Hopi have shown me where the dark lines are traced
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| Their nightmares are leaking all over this town
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| We’re losing our rights, we must graft for a holding
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| Apathetic men awake to some nightmare unfolding
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| Don’t complain, cut and fight
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| For until battle comes
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| We’re the slaves to a beat of an unchallenged drum
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| Stand ground
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| Rally round
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| Bring out your dead and suffer your incompetence
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| The rats have taken over and are ruling your constituent
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| You could’ve joined in when the circus came to town
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| But the city’s aching belly’s decorated with a frown
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| Roll over, roll up
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| Roll over, roll up |