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comin thru the barricades |
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cuttin the lines |
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the red lights goin round |
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like insanity sirens |
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the end of the galaxy |
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the middle of the road |
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where the blackout moons |
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cut the weather of couls |
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black engines grind down |
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teeth are raw the rubber juggernaut |
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rots in a shattering jaw |
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helter skelter bulldozers |
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runnin over the block |
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where a pawn shop clock |
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is ticking out like a bomb. |
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its a chain reaction |
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like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms |
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shoot every paranoid phantom |
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thats done me harm |
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like a desolate specter in a pummel of fists |
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kicking against the pricks |
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burning black like wicks |
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they spit pig iron, |
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tell you nothing is wrong |
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put a heart on a pike |
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sing a ressurection song |
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for a paralysed mind in a kerosene jar |
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barracuda believer with a heathen guitar |
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apocolyptic nostalgia tokens |
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dark arts sell sail for antartica oceans |
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its a chain reaction. |