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Dance into the meat grinder
Ethnic cleansing sharp reminder
You're no better than the other side
Just can't hide the Mechanical Bride
Electric chair burned hair
Framed fried you could be there
Wedded to remaining dumb
You just can't hide the Mechanical Bride
Fox hunt bullfight animals' curse
Born again with the roles reversed
Enter the arena under-rehearsed
You just can't hide the Mechanical Bride
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As the rainfall
Drums it's own tune
On the roof of the bandstand
Keep off the grass sign
By the lakeside
Where it leaves you Autumn
In the meanwhile
The hours seem to fly
With busy days and nights
Take it in your stride
As worrying is interest paid on trouble
Long before it's due
Passing through
Silver snowstorm
Music without words
Blowing through the airwaves
Head in sunshine
Under fire now
Even when you're dreaming
Crystal fountains
Peter Pan stares
Over the landscape
Without motion
On pencil grey days
To a Door Marked Summer
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Watcher of the skies, watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own
He whom life can no longer surprise
Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown
Creatures shaped this planet's soil
Now their reign has come to end
Has life again destroyed life?
Do they play elsewhere, do they know
More than their childhood games?
Maybe the lizard's shed its tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth
Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
For now, the lizard's shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth
From life alone to life as one
Think not now your journey's done
For though your ship be sturdy
No mercy has the sea.
Will you survive on the ocean of being?
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
Where we have gone you know you never can go
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
This is your fate alone, this fate is your own
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The path is clear, though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before
And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
Though many times they've seen the way to leave
He rides majestic, past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy
To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair
The scene of death is lying just below
The mountain cuts off the town from view
Like a cancer growth is removed by skill
Let it be revealed
A waterfall, his madrigal
An inland sea, his symphony
Undinal songs urge the sailors on
'Till lured by the siren's cry...
Now as the river dissolves in sea
So Neptune has claimed another soul
And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen
Until the shepherd leads his flock away
The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change
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For someone else the blues and greens
The dreaming spires the skin-tight jeans
The armchair armies on the march
The transfer unit tube and mask
Who needs all the endless lies
That serve to keep the world alive
To taste the sweetness of the grave
And not regret mistakes I've made
In memoriam
Goodbye to all the angry dawns
Committee meetings pistols drawn
You can keep the rave reviews
The priests the guards the prisons and zoos
Goodbye to all the nation's pride
Farewell to those all choosing a side
In hut number twelve they're issuing guns
But only for the chosen ones
In memoriam
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As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a new shape
The blood runs cold make no mistake
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night
A band strikes up and they're starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway
The inquest said it was coming her way
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night
Well you ran to ground as you always do
And then they finally caught up with you
Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what they are these days
You were released after five years at a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more
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Take a trip take a ride
Through Darktown don't be shy
Gather by the clocktower take your seats
Glad you're here it's for keeps
Festering wounds from years gone by
Toxic waste you buried inside
In Darktown
Take a turn step on down
Through an alleyway you'll find
By the backstreet trash resides
The underworld you tried to hide
And from a dark corner where walls loom high
You'll hear the sound of a small child's cry
In Darktown
Legions of hate schools of fear
Proudly accomplished their mission here
A hidden agenda behind the eyes
For the gifted ones they most despised
They couldn't do it in the X-rated world
But presided over the boys and girls
In Darktown
It's all on camera it's all on film
On the couch in the shower
The stains are there still
Drink to the ones who dished out the marks
Rabid animals right from the start
It's happy hour shut the beasts away
Come along children it's time to play
In Darktown
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Walking along the Camino Royale
The Mississippi sighs
Soft in the night when the wind starts to rise
And I'm lifted high around the corner
So I spin
Fast as a ride at the fair
Like a snake that flies through the air
When I cry enough I'm fired from a gun
And thrown through the doors
Only the fool learns to get through
Ahead I see candles floating in pails
Each placed upon a chair
Into a tent where they turn round the bend
Through a kitchen leading to a staircase
Now I stop
Seems that I've been led astray
There are no new answers today
This road is blocked
Only the fool learns to get through
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Can you light a fire in Winter's face
Or say why a life has gone to waste
Pleasure Island was an overcrowded place
Cleopatra's Needle conquered fear
One more nail in your coffin dear
Endless torture for at least two thousand years
Every day
What's the use of friendship, who am I
Hell bent on destruction, how I tried
You became a ghost to me long before you died
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