| Westminster drowns under the blood of thieves,
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| the falling masks of liars and cowards fill the streets.
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| Im looking for a fight, Im looking for a cause,
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| all my friends and enemies are blurring into one.
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| Im dreams its the 30's, Im dreaming Im in Spain,
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| facing death with my head high,
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| two bullets in my brain.
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| I’ve never felt so far from home,
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| so happy being alone.
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| Just fire up the blade on the guillotine,
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| we’ll see what heads will roll,
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| there’s strangers on the throne.
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| Ten working hours, seven days a week,
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| putting it on the credit card, just so I can eat.
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| When you’ve no arrows left for the bow,
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| run for the target and take it by force.
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| Ive got no faith in the name by the box,
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| when all you see is dicks all you’re gonna get is fucked.
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| We’re the broken limb the nation must forget,
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| going to cut us off so the other half can live. |