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Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days |
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With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and i i have found |
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All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves |
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And a call to arms has never been about anything else |
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Fire one more round |
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But hate is not a lone assailant |
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Hear the drummers pound |
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Listen to the homespun violent sound |
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Hatred on the prowl underneath an oh new guise garb and gown |
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And he's so persuasive when you look in his eyes all dumbfound |
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And the double-talkin' politicians expose their intimate lives |
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While the sheep are lowing for the shepherd to show he never arrives |
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Fire one more round |
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But hate is not a lone assailant |
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Hear the drummers pound |
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Listen to the homespun violent sound |
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Sound |
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Sound |
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Ooh i'll tell you how it |
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Pains to say this |
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Ugliness is ours |
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'cause i would better lay in bed and |
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Maybe even sleep all day |
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Maybe sleep some more |
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Some more |
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Too |
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Yeah now |
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Suspicion is a powerful religion when it leads to the force on these shores |
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In the jungles of the midwest dwarf militia train for war right on course |
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Unlike the famous fable revolution won't yield a firework show |
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Unlike the famous fable revolution won't end on july the fourth |
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Fire one more round |
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But hate is not a lone assailant |
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Hear the drummers pound |
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Listen to the homespun violent sound |
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Sound |
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Sound |
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Sound |
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Yeah sound |
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Yeah the homespun sound |
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I hear the sound |
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Yeah the homespun sound |
