Attracted by the metals in your teeth and in your earth
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We faint in amazement
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Along congested reefs our leviathans are berthed
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In a jagged arrangement
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Consider yourself conquered, consider yourself conquered
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Of that gray and mournful day when you set foot on the shore
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I have dreamed in a fever
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I dream about the engines and the noise outside my door
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And the grim receiver
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Consider yourself conquered, consider yourself conquered
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Attracted by the scent of the hunt on the wind
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We arrive in profusion
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We fight amongst ourselves and prepare for the night
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In a drunken confusion
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Consider yourself conquered, consider yourself conquered
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Consider yourself conquered, consider yourself conquered
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Now listen, I don't need no documents or deeds
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When I see your defenses
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Our war god doesn't care where he spills his seed
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Or loses his senses
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Consider Yourself Conquered
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Steve Kilbey |