They rush him into somewhere
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He's dancing in his chains
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And the traitor's melancholy
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Feeling out of place
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And he will have to dig
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For miles underground of soil
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If the freshmen
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Dizzy from turning their back
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On everyone started
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Well, everybody is disguised
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Everybody is distressed
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Distrust, disgusting
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Well, behind the sanatory
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Knocking beauty
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That looses out on each and every song
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Behind the stairs of blood banks are
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The park bench creatures that belong
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Hey, John Wayne, he can feel no pain
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Cause he's got no brain
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He's riding horses to Acropolis and back
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Just like a former crosseyed catholic
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Like another crosseyed former proddy
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For all the creatures that belong
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That material safety ain't a safety found in numbers
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But they're never getting slumber
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And they're never getting
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And the gettings are gone
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Hey now, beauty comes last
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Safety first but beauty comes last
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Safety first cause ??? caravan comes last
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Sells some short
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With fifty ??? full of bullets
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For the truncation of the human race
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Japan, Japan, Japan we love you
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The ??? too
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California
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We'll hurry our missiles sucking
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The moist vagina of the war
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Leave it ???
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And Russia is defecting
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Russia, Russia is defecting
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Russia is defected, is defective, is defecting
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What's wrong with our motherland
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What's wrong with our fatherland
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Here comes the China Ku Klux Klan
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They've got black Communists surgeons
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In case you need them
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They have Communist surgeons
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They have come to search them
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And they have to come in and search them
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They have black Communist surgeons
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They have black Communist surgeons
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In case you need them
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And it rains, if it rains
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When it rains
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It never rains on the Russian Party
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If it rains
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On the Communist Party
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If it rains
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Posted by Dead Man Walking
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Russian Roulette
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| John Cale |
