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At the cinema of flames |
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I work the swing shift |
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When I get off |
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I am inclined to drift |
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Through the downtown |
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So many victims of pleasure |
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That I've stopped counting |
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Soldiers of joy |
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Getting' hammered at the fountain |
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Near the cathouse |
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They're playing techno calypso |
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At the apocalyptic disco |
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But I stand outside |
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Just to stare down the slithering crowd |
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Divide and conquer |
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Is the new mathematics |
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But it's as old as the hills |
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On which all the mansions die proud |
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I'm gonna waste |
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Everything that you hate |
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Before this city wakes |
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I keep spittin' out |
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The first things that come to my head |
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A blistering list |
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Of the who, what, the when |
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And the wherefore |
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These times are stammers |
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And jitters, and echoes |
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A silence disfigured |
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A stupor born ranting |
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Like a stuck pig |
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Got my favorite booth |
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At an all night diner |
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And you've probably seen me |
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On a jagged, all-nighter |
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Mumblin' senseless |
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Assassination is the privilege of princes |
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But I'm getting sick of how everyone winces |
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When I'm close |
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Tomorrow let's meet |
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And I'll show you around |
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And I'll show you all the shit |
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That I couldn't tear down |
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With my bare hands |