Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab
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all proud and flawless for you
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"Hello, boy," she says and the pack dogs gather
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slobbering around at her heels
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and the women all try to stretch their faces
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trying to look more like her
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and then chanting her name
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they hurl themselves
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into the all-consuming fire.
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So onwards to the peace to end all peaces, yeah,
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onward to Midas' hole
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where the treasures of the world reproduce themselves
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like a hoard of cancerous cells
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you can track the spread of the virus
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by the news reader's colorful attire
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let's go there now, reporting life
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in the all-consuming fire.
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so save us from these justifications
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every one of them is a lie
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Pax Americana rains and rains
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from two miles in the sky
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men shave their heads
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and pay at the desk
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and wait for the orders to come
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but there's still no word, there's still no word
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there's still no word from the front.
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And a billion hungry eyes they are watching us
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from beyond the citadel walls
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we found a thousand ways to burn up the planet
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and we're gonna try them all
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the captain abandoned ship years ago
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but nobody thought to tell
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and so the band plays on, we sail gently west
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into the all-consuming fire.
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Yeah, culture in two dimensions
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is all that we require, because it burns so well,
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it burns so well in the all-consuming fire.
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All Consuming Fire
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| New Model Army |
