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Young man, go out |
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And take what's yours, don't doubt |
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There's strength in numbers, walk on |
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Defend the meek, headstrong |
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Now the story's become a bore |
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I don't want to hear it anymore |
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It's by no means an immaculate conception |
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Too many bodies lying around |
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Pushing daisies out the ground |
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And the church is cashing in on resurrection |
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Well I tried so hard to please you |
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'Cos I know that you crave blood |
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Consumer credit carnivores |
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And now the masses have been fed |
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Suck the offal from the dead |
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Now the joker's here to pick the sores |
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Under the flag |
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Under the flag boy |
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Under what flag? |
