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This land is a tomb
Democracia in danger
Fist on the phone
You're never alone
I am the prisoner of music hall
Deep in the heart of darkness
So arm the boys with my old friend megalomania
With the Devil in your head
And Jesus in the house
It's a religious riot
Don't you deny it
Congo war, Hezbullah
You are what you are
But in the eyes of Stalin
You are my darling
Flood aid or bad aid
On television Tuesday
Suicide guide televise
Right before your very eyes

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Talk peace, make war
It's the Virgin and the Whore
Wigs at war
America is waiting
Bonanza! A virtual reality
Net the children as far as you can see
Then go tell Eta
It will get better

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Gimme! Gimme! Give me!
Is this jackpot or have we lost the plot?
And everyone's so full of their own fucking propaganda
So harvest me with a rotten death
And I'll take you by the arse and screw you
In the sorrow of self interest
Is God mad to the sound of music?

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I will tell you the truth
About the Cross and the Crown
No pain, no gain, betrayed, but not beaten

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