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'Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab |
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All proud and flawless for you |
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"Hello, boy," she says and the pack dogs gather |
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Slobbering around at her heels |
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And the women all try to stretch their faces |
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Trying to look more like her |
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And then chanting her name |
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They hurl themselves |
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In, into the all-consuming fire |
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So onwards to the peace to end all peaces, yeah |
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Onward to Midas' hole |
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Where the treasures of the world reproduce themselves |
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Like a hoard of cancerous cells |
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You can track the spread of the virus |
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By the news reader's colorful attire |
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Let's go there now, reporting live |
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From the chaos scenes |
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In the all-consuming fire |
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So save us from these justifications |
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When every one of them is a lie |
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Pax Americana rains and rains |
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From two miles in the sky |
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Men rise from their beds |
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And shave their heads |
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And wait for the orders to come |
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But there's still no word, there's still no word |
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There's still no word from the front |
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And a billion hungry eyes they are watching us |
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From beyond the citadel walls |
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We found a thousand ways to lay waste to the planet |
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And we're gonna use them all |
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Yeah, culture in two dimensions |
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Is all that we require, because it burns so well |
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It burns so well in the all-consuming fire |
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The captain abandoned ship years ago |
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But nobody thought to inquire |
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And so the band plays on, we sail gently west |
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Into the all-consuming fire |
