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It's all dementia thirteen tonight, |
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The will's no good 'cause we're still alive. |
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Pushing and shoving like there's gonna be a fight, |
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Going through the motions without the drive. |
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The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts, |
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Playing the game with interchangeable parts. |
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Looking like vamps dressed for the kill, |
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Sharpen their teeth up just for the thrills. [Chorus:] |
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Tonight, we sing a peasant song tonight. |
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Tonight, we sing a peasant song all right. |
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Yeah I see my dolly she's only five foot two, |
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You know she'd use her stockings to strangle you. |
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Ripping up the town she's a trashy bag lady, |
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She can play it cool - yeah! |
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She can play it shady. |
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Leaving a trail of death behind, |
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She never returns to the scene of the crime. |
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The vamps say they're gonna do the peasants wrong, |
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The widows in the field of the peasant song. [Chorus] |
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We scream for revolution but noting will change - |
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We're left unfulfilled wasitng for the reign - |
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In the field we've plowed for generations passed - |
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We are the revoultion, we are the mass. |
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In a hopeless situation of world's insanity - |
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The millions dead because of man's vanity - |
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Just look into our eyes you'll see our raging fire - |
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Can only be quenched by our freedom's desire! [Chorus x2] |
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It's all dementia thirteen tonight, |
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The will's no good 'cause we're still alive. |
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Pushing and shoving like there's gonna be a fight, |
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Going through the motions without the drive. |
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The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts, |
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Playing the game with interchangeable parts. |
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Looking like vamps dressed for the kill, |
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Sharpen their claws for the kill. |
