| Hey Jackboot
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| Fuck your war
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| Cause I’m fat and in love
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| and no bombs are falling on me for sure
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| But I’m scared to death
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| That I’m living a life not worth dying for
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| And your plow shear
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| It’s a sword
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| And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things
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| Mono crops… Laughter roars
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| Oh high hilarity
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| Oh muck bury me Oh standard bearer carry me burning home from another tour
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| Go ahead put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone
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| Come and gone
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| Oh you rivers, oh you waters run
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| Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon
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| «Hey Slave"They called
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| And we caved
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| We answered
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| To a new name
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| Shout it loud shout it lame
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| But black face it You’re such a good dancer
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| Oh you’re a star
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| You’re carnival
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| Jacaranda petals fall
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| Mix with the blood of the saints
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| Shot down in the square
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| Don’t track it in on the soles of your shoes
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| When you’re dragged into the back of this car
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| Go ahead put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone
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| come and gone
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| Oh you rivers, oh you waters run
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| Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon
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| It’s a trap
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| That much is plain
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| Still, maybe send snapshots
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| of all your sweet pain
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| Playing tortuous games
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| It goes: Lense, light, fame
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| Read my names on your lips
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| When the man cracks the whip
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| And you’ll all shake your hips
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| And you’ll all dance to this
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| Without making a fist
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| And I know that it sounds mundane
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| But it’s a stone cold shame
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| How they got you tame
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| And they got me tame.
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| So go ahead put your red dress on Days of white robes come and gone
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| Come and gone
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| Oh you rivers, oh you waters run
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| Come bear witness to the Whore of Babylon |