| Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues
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| Kick off your flares and platform shoes
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| And burn like brilliant trash at Jackie’s funeral
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| This machine has gone insane
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| We’re powered up power slaves
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| So we burn like brilliant trash at Jackie’s funeral
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| Burn, baby, burn
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| White House rapist soul disease
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| Invested with godlike authority
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| Light 'em up, do as you please
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| Then burn like brilliant trash (eternity)
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| Where is now your American dream?
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| I saw him down on the street pimping
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| Not for sale at any price
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| Fisher king, do what you like
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| Well, I supplied the molten lead in Jackie’s lifelike dream
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| And I survived while Ruby died in Jackie’s trashy fantasy
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| And we burn…
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| Slippery angels gone astray
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| Holy man, what can you say?
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| I pledge allegiance to this array
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| Of insanity, corruption and decay
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| Uzi, merciless girl
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| Where do you land the man of this world?
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| We’re stripped down to bleeding or dying
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| And scrawling on walls meaningless words
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| Burn, baby, burn
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| I supplied the molten lead in Jackie’s lifelike dream
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| And I survived while Ruby died in Jackie’s trashy fantasy
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| And we burn… |