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The old dead flesh were flushed with their jealousy of youthBut the new meat couldn't understand the wisdom of old truthIn the future concrete of far-off PompeiiThe kids were rioting in the amphitheater todayOh my god - kids of todayWe was dancing on the Berlin Wall as the old guard stood bySmash the concrete with bare hands as history started to smile...Multicolored mirror ball Mohicans on the seafront Horror show hobnail hair who you calling... From Letras Mania