| Come to me through the channels of the soul
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| Pantheon of designer rock 'n' roll
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| The war broke out in the back of my head
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| No victims but several dead
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| Clear the lounge furnished with skulls
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| Put out my heart and replace it with pulse
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| Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature
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| Highly compatible with winner culture
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| Coco Chanel — welcome to hell
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| Let me out of my prison cell
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| Marx in the red corner, Machiavelli in th blue
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| Equality asked for knock-out and got it too
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| The polic shield and the ares-licking swan
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| System run by N. Selection & Son
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| Charles Darwin I don’t want to be rude
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| But the panic-stricken herd trade their necks for food
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| Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps
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| Predators chase prey from mobile death traps
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| Coco Chanel — welcome to hell
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| Let me out of my prison cell
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| Ladykillers maneaters fight about the roadmaps
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| Predators chase prey from mobile death traps
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| Coco Chanel — welcome to hell
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| Let me out of my prison cell
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| I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils
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| I’m a cat stuck between transparent doors
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| Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle
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| To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass
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| Survival of the fittest suits me fine
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| The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein
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| Coco Chanel — welcome to hell
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| Let me out of my prison cell
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| Survival of the fittest suits me fine
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| The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein |