Из альбома: Vote The Pacifist Ticket Today

Don't drink the water
Plug yourself in
Another new slant, another spin

The holy order is coming for you again

The ghosts of airmen
Start to decay
We're all responsible
We're in the way
The lights are on in the majority of homes

He got the letters
he got his name
He got the papers
Went up in flame

Role model pinko who wants to be alone
But he's afraid

All the great thinkers being smoked up
From above, with only shallow friendships
And not a thought for love

Oh to be out in the wild,
slow to be dodging
The palm leaves,
break me down with a smile
Gently, sing me, to sleep in a contact sleep
The shoulder's there to cry on,
seeing as you
Made it through the fleet.

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