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> A-one, two, three
Another pop explosion A-one, two, three Another hit recording A-four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten Four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten A horse was maimed Running Wild on freeway A man was killed standing still in his doorway That song was playing We all said 'no way!' That song was playing We all said 'no way!' A-one, two, three Another pop explosion A-one, two, three Another hit recording A-four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten Four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten A horse was maimed Running Wild on freeway A man was killed standing still in his doorway That song was playing We all said 'no way!' That song was playing We all said 'no way!' Oh we can't stand All (of) your modern music Oh we feel afflicted. |
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> Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky Sweet, sweet druganaut Oh, rocket, rocket launch Hello Mr. Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky |
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> O, muse,
I'm embarassed, Of what happened. Let's light up your down, And get things happening. We can't get no satisfaction, We can't get no satisfaction. Hurry, hurry, hurry, Miss contractions. Let's light up your down, And get things happening. We can't get no satisfaction. 'Cause everybody likes to, Claim things. And everybody likes to, Shame things. And everybody likes to, Clang bells around. O, muse, I'm embarassed, Of what happened. Let's light up your down, And get things happening. We can't get no satisfaction, We can't get no satisfaction. 'Cause everybody likes to, Claim things. And everybody likes to, Shame things. Hang around, They like to clang around. 'Cause everybody likes to Claim things. And everybody likes to, Shame things. And everybody likes to, Clang bells around. |
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> there are killers
in this town killer, killers with all their killer plans a war is on the horizon won't you let us be the war machine keeps on rolling evil minds and hearts of stone have you done more than you can swallow? lord, won't you set us free? there are killers in this town killer, killers with all their killer plans a war is on the horizon lord, won't you let us be and set us free and overthrow your war machine and let us be and set us free and set us free and let us be |
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> No hits,
In the modern age. No hits, No hits, On the frequencies. No hits, No hits, Halt the dancing crowds. Terror, Terror, Making it in the shade. Terror, Terror, Won't you fall for me? Terror, Terror, Have you been faking the sounds? No hits, In the modern age. No hits, On the TV screens. Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Against the pop star dream. No hits, In the modern age. No hits, No hits, On the frequencies. No hits, No hits, Halt the dancing crowds. Terror, Terror, Making it in the shade. Terror, Terror, Won't you fall for me? Terror, Terror, Have you been faking the sounds? No hits, In the modern age. No hits, On the TV screens. Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Against the pop star dream. No hits. |
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> I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three. Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war. Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some kill, And get outta this place. Lived a life of crime, Since about grade nine. So whose side you on? Whose side you on? But ain't it a loss, A dental floss? Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some kill, And get outta this place. 'Cause nobody likes your, Fucked up plans, Of shooting up some foreign land, That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. I was seventeen, In nineteen thirty-three. Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war. Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some kill, And get outta this place. 'Cause nobody likes your, Fucked up plans, Of shooting up some foreign land, That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. |
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> Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky Sweet, sweet druganaut Oh, rocket, rocket launch Hello Mr. Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky |
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