| We will all suffer together my friend
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| Yeah, we will all suffer as one
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| Riding a boat both leaky and putrid
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| With the smell of our rotten meat
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| Now it’s time to leave your bastard closet
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| There ain’t a no shame in being a bastard
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| Now it’s time to leave your bastard closet
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| There ain’t a no shame in being a bastard
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| The bright shining path is dull and stupid
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| The bad guys have always won
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| A flickering dream was snuffed out
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| Long before you and I was born
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| Now it’s time to leave your bastard closet
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| There ain’t a no shame in being a bastard
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| Now it’s time to leave your bastard closet
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| There ain’t a no shame in being a bastard
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| Oh, sweetness I fear our time is hopeless
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| I fear I have forgotten hope
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| A hollow dance, a funeral march
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| Surely our fate is sealed…
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| So it’s time to leave your bastard closet
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| There ain’t ano shame in being a bastard
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| Now it’s time to leave your bastard closet
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| There ain’t ano shame in being a bastard
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| Pacing your cage you glance at the slaves
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| And know that you, too, are one |