| Change is coming for the Brothers who organise our masturbation
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| Blessed with tears you see my dears
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| We still breed in praise of lemmings
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| So practice on your suicide six or seven times
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| Everyday, alienation
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| Kiss the Union Jack said Captain Cash
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| And burn me with your mouth
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| I’m fantasy for the war with kings
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| For I have found my terrible beauty
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| This golden law has a silver smile
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| Wear my shoe-shine out of style
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| Let loose Barbarossa
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| He always living like an animal
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| Let loose Barbarossa
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| Unleash my hysteria
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| You destroy my conversation
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| Then I’m restless for an empire
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| For history re-wrote my victory
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| But history is one big shithouse
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| So wear my shoe-shine with a smile
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| All my dreams were hard-ons
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| Sky-scraper limbs and giant desires
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| But morality will exist in me
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| When I am free to fight the reptiles
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| So if poverty stinks, then so do I
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| It’s a donkey drive
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| And my hate-crusade is running wild
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| With asthma fate, angina child
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| Tell them I shall languish, suffer and die!
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| Let loose Barbarossa! |