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All is quiet on the Western front, |
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There appears to be a lull. |
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John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight |
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With the little thoughts inside their skulls. |
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Salome she's undressed to the nines |
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Although a few pounds fatter. |
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She's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists, |
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She coming at you with her platter. |
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I stole down to the waterfront |
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To escape the desert heat. |
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What on earth you gotta do around here |
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To try and get yourself a drink |
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Heard John the Baptist preaching |
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"Make way for the King, |
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But if you wanna recognize him, |
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You gotta tell me all your sins" |
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They are building a new gallows |
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For when You show up on the street. |
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Polishing the electric chair, |
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They're gonna give You a front row seat. |
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Heard a sneer outside the garden; |
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Salutation so well-heeled: |
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"Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville" |
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I've been trying to negotiate peace |
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With my own existence. |
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She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry; |
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She breaking every cease-fire agreement. |
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Whole thing is full of decay |
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Just as sure as I'm made of dust, |
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And into rust I know the beast is falling. |
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They are building a new gallows |
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For when You show up on the street. |
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Polishing the electric chair, |
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They're gonna give You a front row seat. |
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Heard a sneer outside the garden; |
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Salutation so well-heeled: |
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"Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville" |
