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Fat conference women |
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Clap return of glass house |
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And the Arabs have it made |
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Oil is women in veils, eyes glazed |
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Second Dark Age. Death of the USA. |
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Return of the family. |
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The scooter cabbages |
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And the commune crapheads sit and whine |
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While the common near my birthplace is now a police college |
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It's a second dark age. |
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No Psalm Sunday or any day. |
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The city is dead. |
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Bust. Ghost-dance rite. Tepid |
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I could join a pray-peace group |
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Spy in Norway |
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Cause groups can change the world |
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and meet Ms. Fjord and Benny.* |
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"Hi I am Benny. |
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Go where the brave prance |
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No Czechoslovak food queues are a party, fool |
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A mediocre anti-Jew |
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And single people are screwed |
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in the Second Dark Age |
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I am Roman Totale, 17, |
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the bastard offspring |
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of Charles I and the Great God Pan. |