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This is a song about breaking breadWith enemies of fantasyThe kind of one-note titty slavesWho'd sooner die than think aloudCivilised people don't fuck bearsCivilised people don't play fairCivilised people don't hide cats in wellsBecause the Sibyl saysCivilised people don't go greyCivilised orgies twice a dayCivilised is as civilised does and civilised people walk among usGiven the optionHistory is written by the man who stays acquainted withThe thug who has the biggest swordConquest is the compromise between the borders of his mindAnd waters of the RubiconThis is a song about total warCivilised people don't fuck bearsCivilised people don't play fairCivilised people don't hide cats in wellsBecause the Sibyl saysCivilised people don't go greyCivilised orgies twice a dayCivilised is as civilised does and civilised people walk among usLetras de cancionesWere they holy emperors?Or were they horny actors?Holy emporors? Horny actors?Holy? Horny? Emperor penguins?This is a song about total warThis is a song about common senseFolded backwards into itself From Letras Mania