It's all dementia thirteen tonight,
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The will's no good 'cause we're still alive.
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Pushing and shoving like there's gonna be a fight,
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Going through the motions without the drive.
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The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts,
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Playing the game with interchangeable parts.
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Looking like vamps dressed for the kill,
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Sharpen their teeth up just for the thrills.
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[Chorus:]
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Tonight, we sing a peasant song tonight.
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Tonight, we sing a peasant song all right.
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Yeah I see my dolly she's only five foot two,
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You know she'd use her stockings to strangle you.
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Ripping up the town she's a trashy bag lady,
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She can play it cool - yeah! She can play it shady.
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Leaving a trail of death behind,
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She never returns to the scene of the crime.
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The vamps say they're gonna do the peasants wrong,
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The widows in the field of the peasant song.
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[Chorus]
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We scream for revolution but noting will change -
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We're left unfulfilled wasitng for the reign -
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In the field we've plowed for generations passed -
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We are the revoultion, we are the mass.
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In a hopeless situation of world's insanity -
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The millions dead because of man's vanity -
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Just look into our eyes you'll see our raging fire -
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Can only be quenched by our freedom's desire!
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[Chorus x2]
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It's all dementia thirteen tonight,
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The will's no good 'cause we're still alive.
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Pushing and shoving like there's gonna be a fight,
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Going through the motions without the drive.
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The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts,
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Playing the game with interchangeable parts.
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Looking like vamps dressed for the kill,
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Sharpen their claws for the kill.
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Peasant Song
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| Adolescents |
