| Banana Republic
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| Septic Isle
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| Screaming in the Suffering sea
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| It sounds like crying
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| Everywhere I go
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| Everywhere I see
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| The black and blue uniforms
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| Police and priests
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| And I wonder do you wonder
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| While you’re sleeping with your whore
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| That sharing beds with history
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| Is like a-licking running sores
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| Forty shades of green yeah
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| Sixty shades of red
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| Heroes going cheap these days
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| Price; |
| a bullet in the head
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| Banana Republic
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| Septic Isle
|
| Suffer in the Screaming sea
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| It sounds like dying
|
| Everywhere I go
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| Everywhere I see
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| The black and blue uniforms
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| Police and priests
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| Take your hand and lead you
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| Up a garden path
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| Let me stand aside here
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| And watch you pass
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| Striking up a soldier’s song
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| I know that tune
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| It begs too many questions
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| And answers to,
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| Banana Republic
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| Septic Isle
|
| Suffer in the Screaming sea
|
| It sounds like dying
|
| Everywhere I go
|
| Everywhere I see
|
| The black and blue uniforms
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| Police and priests
|
| The purple and the pinstripe
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| Mutely shake their heads
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| A silence shrieking volumes
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| A violence worse than the condemn
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| Stab you in the back yeah
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| Laughing in your face
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| Glad to see the place again
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| It’s a pitty nothing’s changed
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| Banana Republic
|
| Septic Isle
|
| Suffer in the Screaming sea
|
| It sounds like dying
|
| Everywhere I go
|
| Everywhere I see
|
| The black and blue uniforms
|
| Police and priests |