| Sister tell, wishing well
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| To the young men dead on the shore
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| She soon died, a suicide
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| Kiss the table in god’s name
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| It’s the code of the cowboy men
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| To defile all that is pure
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| Too much hate, too much hate
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| And your ignorance is your strength
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| Don’t sell us Britannica
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| With its oozing pipeline dream
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| Eat your children baked in a pie
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| I will blind you to improve
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| Your visions of I
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| Sebastiane (Sebastiane!)
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| Sebastiane (Sebastiane!)
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| Sebastiane (Sebastiane!)
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| Sebastiane (Sebastiane!)
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| Bite the face of piety
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| Kiss your mother’s broken spirit
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| There is nothing not even shame
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| Just the stench from the room
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| Full of social animals
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| Caught again, Jezebel
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| With your friend and his beauty bible
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| He once walked through sacred lands
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| Now he waves his Nazi dagger
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| Sebastiane (Sebastiane!)
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| Sebastiane (Sebastiane!)
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| Sebastiane
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| Wish you well Sebastiane
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| With your smiling puritan youth
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| And you feel, feel no pain
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| As they cut through your blue-green vein |