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Hand grenades and olympic flames |
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We lead our lives free of blame |
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With heavy heart we hunt through life |
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With heavy heart sharp as a knife |
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Foul in our hearts |
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We go to ground |
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Foul in our hearts |
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We'll toss them down |
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To and from the altar |
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Principles and power |
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Then on to the slaughter |
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Of their funeral mound |
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With this flowered pencil |
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In this white flower pen |
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This should be bliss |
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Bliss without sin |
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My lover's blood |
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Lies on the soiled seat |
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My lover's blood |
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Lies caked, replete |
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Foul in our hearts |
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We go to ground |
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Foul in our hearts |
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We push them down |
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To and from the altar |
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Principles and power |
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Then on to the slaughter |
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Of their funeral mound |
