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Nest in a bird, an enemy flew in
Fashion a life out of audio ruin Farmers of God, is it good what you're doing? Chanting a curse whilst religiously chewing Is it time to repair? Is it time for unlocking? To the shrine of the nomads, the pilgrims are flocking Tracing a bee-line to witness a flogging A slayer of giants in the finest of stockings Tracing a bee-line to witness a flogging A slayer of giants in the finest of stockings Hearing the cheering of mothers and daughters There's change in the air and a shortage of water A bounty is posted, conditions: no quarter Don't bargain with fish which are still in the water A love of the camera; a stomach for slaughter Fresh from the front: our favourite reporter The risks are increasing, she'd hang if they caught her The odds on survival grow shorter and shorter... Is it time to repair? Is it time for unlocking? To the shrine of the nomads, the pilgrims are flocking Tracing a bee-line to witness a flogging A slayer of giants in the finest of stockings |
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It's coming fast.
It's a comet. Coming this way, With your name on it. It's a heaven-sent Extinction event. And the chorus goes B-b-b-b-b-bang Then a whimper. |
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There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right There's something going down that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something going on that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something strange going on tonight There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right |
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You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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I was sold up the river to the red slave trade
The stores were gathered, the plans were laid Synchronised watches at 18:05 How many dead or alive In 1955 The pink flags was screaming Bugle boys sucked and blew No time for confessions, orders given Books were cooked, on the 4th of the 3rd How many seen or heard On the 12th of the 3rd How many dead or alive |
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