Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe.
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Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe.
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Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe.
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Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe.
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The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,
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For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating.
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The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,
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To be owned, to be cherished, to be fucked for the naming.
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The public are shocked by the state of society,
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But as for you, you're a breath of purity.
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Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes,
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You can pack them away with the rest of your lies.
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Your painted mask of ugly perfection,
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The ring on your finger, the sign of protection,
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Is the rape on page 3, it the soldiers obsession,
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How well you've been caught to support your oppression.
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One god. One church. One husband. One wife.
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Sordid sequences in brilliant life,
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Supports and props and punctuation
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To our flowing realities and realisations.
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We're talking with words that have been used before
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To describe us as goddesses, mother and whores,
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To describe us as women, describe us as men,
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To set out the rules of this ludicrous game,
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And it's played very carefully, a delicate balance,
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A masculine/feminine perfect alliance.
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Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping?
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What vision is left and is anyone asking?
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What vision is left and is anyone asking?
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She's a Berkertex bribe... Bribe. Bribe...
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Berkertex Bribe
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