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On Silver Mount Zion, all buried in ruins |
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We was dancing the hora until we vomited blood |
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Spinning like crazy, Shoshana was Jonesian |
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The towers had fallen and the wind called out my grandfather's name |
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Let's kill first the banker with his professional demeanor |
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Let's televise and broadcast the raping of kings |
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Let our crowds be fed on teargas and plate glass |
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'Cause a people united is a wonderful thing |
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I know that you're dying and I know I'm unwell |
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And together we sashay, through variations of hell |
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And as you walk through valleys of fear |
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The lure of my bed is ever near |
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Oh, don't be afraid, though the parade will not pass our way |
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It's nobler to never get paid, than to bank on shit and dismay |
