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It's all dementia thirteen tonight
The will's no good 'cause we're still alive
Pushing and shoving like there's gonna be a fight
Going through the motions without the drive
The girls are purple polka dotted tarts
Playing the game with interchangeable parts
Looking like vamps dressed for the kill
Sharpen their teeth up just for the thrills
Tonight, we sing a peasant song tonight
Tonight, we sing a peasant song all right
Yeah I see my dolly she's only five foot two
You know she'd use her stockings to strangle you
Ripping up the town she's a trashy bag lady
She can play it cool - yeah! She can play it shady
Leaving a trail of death behind
She never returns to the scene of the crime
The vamps say they're gonna do the peasants wrong
The widows in the field of the peasant song
We scream for revolution but noting will change
We're left unfulfilled wasting for the reign
In the field we've plowed for generations passed
We are the revolution, we are the mass
In a hopeless situation of world's insanity
The millions dead because of man's vanity
Just look into our eyes you'll see our raging fire
Can only be quenched by our freedom's desire!
It's all dementia thirteen tonight
The will's no good 'cause we're still alive
Pushing and shoving like there's gonna be a fight
Going through the motions without the drive
The girls are purple polka-dotted tarts
Playing the game with interchangeable parts
Looking like vamps dressed for the kill
Sharpen their claws for the kill
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