(R. Pollard - J. Pollard - Mitchell)
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Now when Jesus spoke to the Apostles
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The uneasy crowd was quiet yet loud
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And in the mood for betrayals
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Most wore basic black
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And even the unholy could smell a rat
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Would sooner throw parties than stones
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Would soon break virgins than bones
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The theory of broken circles
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AKU
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"Spy!" shouted the crew
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It was the 7th version
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Of "what new perversion have we here?"
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Sodom took a drag
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"We're all in the same boat
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And don't touch that goat..."
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The chorus of "Kill the Captain"
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Part of a mutant mutiny
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And gommorah watches films in the locker room
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Full speed ahead!
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I need to see Hollywood through a Spanish coin
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The theory of broken circles
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(And I'm not shittin' you)
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The theory of broken circles
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I hitched a ride down to Dallas
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I saw the Beatles at the Palace
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And i did not hear the gun shot
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When they dragged me from the warehouse
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They said "You're on your own boy, you're on drugs boy"
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I said "Not me, I'm new life! I'm new life!"
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Where were you back in 1963?
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Don't tell me lies about beatnik prodigy
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I want salvation
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I want interrogation
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No constellation to the alien nation
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Now when time elapsed
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And the curfew was enforced
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They took away all transportation
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So we murdered the guards
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Stole the horses from the yards
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And went to the permanent vacation
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If you're into rock n' roll
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Then you've got to sell your soul
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To the theory of broken circles
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The Theory Of Broken Circles
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