| When the giants meet the collossi
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| makes 'em all look normal size.
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| They still caused a bunch of mayhem
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| on the Island of the Flies.
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| And what the population want now
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| is not expedient or wise
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| Under manners to Il Polpo -the undisputed Lord of Lies.
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| A political solution
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| proves quite difficult to see
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| as the rebel forces gather
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| Under the Ammonia Tree
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| On that snowy night in Kreuzberg
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| When we searched but couldn’t find
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| any echo of the Bowie tune
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| or what the Russians left behind.
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| The teutonic plates had shifted
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| but it didnt seem to cross your mind.
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| I always liked your Weltanschauung
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| better than I do mine.
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| And it was simpler when there was a wall
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| Back in Berlington-on-Spree
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| Alles sein in ordnung honey
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| Under the Ammonia Tree
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| When your own head bores you
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| with its bloody awful song
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| it wasn’t pretty wasn’t clever
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| and didn’t last for very long:
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| it felt like looking in the mirror
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| with all the strip lights on.
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| (might be a Stendhalian glory
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| if you can only wait that long).
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| Is it holy introspection or wrestling futility?
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| In the quest for Truth and Beauty
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| under the Ammonia Tree
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| 'Learned the lesson early on: the truth is boring and takes too long
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| Learned the lesson long ago the truth’s not really what I wanted to know
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| Learned the lesson back in the day: the truth’s so strong it’ll blow you away
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| Learned the lesson later on: what’s true remains when the pleasure is gone' |