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Chorus: |
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Banana Republic |
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Septic Isle |
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Screaming in the Suffering sea |
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It sounds like crying |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I see |
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The black and blue uniforms |
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Police and priests |
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And I wonder do you wonder |
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While you're sleeping with your whore |
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That sharing beds with history |
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Is like a-licking running sores |
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Forty shades of green yeah |
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Sixty shades of red |
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Heroes going cheap these days |
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Price; a bullet in the head |
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Banana Republic |
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Septic Isle |
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Suffer in the Screaming sea |
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It sounds like dying |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I see |
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The black and blue uniforms |
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Police and priests |
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Take your hand and lead you |
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Up a garden path |
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Let me stand aside here |
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And watch you pass |
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Striking up a soldier's song |
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I know that tune |
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It begs too many questions |
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And answers to, |
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Banana Republic |
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Septic Isle |
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Suffer in the Screaming sea |
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It sounds like dying |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I see |
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The black and blue uniforms |
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Police and priests |
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The purple and the pinstripe |
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Mutely shake their heads |
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A silense shrieking volumes |
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A violence worse than the condemn |
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Stab you in the back yeah |
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Laughing in your face |
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Glad to see the place again |
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It's a pitty nothing's changed |
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Banana Republic |
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Septic Isle |
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Suffer in the Screaming sea |
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It sounds like dying |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I see |
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The black and blue uniforms |
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Police and priests |