| Never ride the lonely road. |
| Above all, at sundown. |
| For
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| Dusk is when the little men melt into the mountains… melt
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| Into the mountains… melt into the mountains
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| (Spoken into a Dictaphone)
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| Taking the lord’s name in vain
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| Cos I’m steppin' out on the streets again
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| Cos I’m tortured by demons, winged beasts and carrions
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| The air is alive with dagger and poisons
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| Almost moving me to tears
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| But you and I both know, the streets are paved with fears
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| Severe mental fog
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| Regan’s a mad killer dog
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| London lives up its arse
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| These horrors have surely come to pass
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| I’m twitchin' and sweatin' on the front line
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| And Man’s a monster
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| He’s a monster in his own time
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| He’s a monster
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| I’ve seen dagger and poison fall
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| We’re fallin'
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| And carnage rules
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| So search your heart
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| And tear it apart
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| Rip it apart
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| Hydra-headed fear
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| Is all around here
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| Crack
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| You’re under attack
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| It seems like you’ve learnt to live in a bubble
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| But imagine the trouble
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| When you fall from your wall and burst your balloon
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| Cos it’ll happen soon
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| (Yeah it’s gonna fuckin' happen soon)
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| Steppin' out on the streets again
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| Taking the lord’s name in vain
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| Almost moving me to tears
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| What you and I both know
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| The streets are paved with fears
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| Electric congestion
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| Kamikaze pedestrians
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| What’s it all mean?
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| Can’t juggle with Jesus
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| Dirty green sea
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| Naked reality
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| Flapping like a trapped bird
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| In the 7−11
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| Crack
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| You’re under attack
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| Then you’ll see
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| Man’s your own worst enemy
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| Peoples hopes and fears
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| You know they seem
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| People’s hopes and dreams
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| You know they seem
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| So out of reach to me
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| You know they seem so out of reach to me |