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Edward Ka-Spel - 'o' From The Great Sea Where I go the cancer grows; the ill wind blows; the rivers crack + flush the damned out from their homes... I tie their hands + go.Where I stay, the earth decays - a harvest of abortion. I extort them, hold an auction... they fall down + pray for rain. I give them scorching acid 'til they learn the reason why... Why? I'm not saying !Me ! I throw the first grenade... Me ! I light the Barricades... My way ! And did you see my lips move in the waxworks... Did I catch your eye ?Or did I serenade you in a dream? You can't specify my name, though you know you've got my number. Mine's the face you can't remember. Go back to the mirror-look again.And where I turn the fire burns. And where I sleep, the Windows weep + when I point a finger the assassin creeps + triggers pandemonium .I drove the train to Dachau, wore the hood of the Ku Klux Klan. I carve the cross into a bloody sword; I slice off the hand that feeds you - cook it slowly, lick it clean. I put it in my pie-don't you want to know the reason WHY ? |
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