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Here is the world Re-mapped by Accuser A frenzy of eschatological rage And delight Simulated revenge Lighthearted violence Sexual retribution Divine assault Pornographic sanctity Casual blasphemy Sacred offense Unearned irreverence LISTEN FOR THE SOUND The Serpent’s falling soon Six silver strings are crying Out to a blood red moon And I held your crown up higher While they sang their tune And you held me through the fire But there’s not much left to do now but...watch it burn Just an out of style tragedy Stood in front an idol of stone By the Gladbeck hostage school Of journalism Ten minutes to halftime A horrified nation looks on Letras de cancionesThe indestructible compact disc played with lasers Threaten records and tapes with obsolescence Boy genius, grown old, is dead Meanwhile the Anti-Germans return again to the bloodland Banging pots and pans Shouting “black” at the kettle Hostages freed while jets explode across the seven seas 30 Italians, 5 Belgians and a Frenchman sacrificed their lives To The Sun They prefer a song with a subtle or obvious message For the rioting and songs to be down police drop the bombs The community burns For the mayor to make Goode on His promises They’re all forced to MOVE Then they’re all forced to choose which of the Cokes is the real Thing now A masterful colorist rains down and falls with a prince’s tide Eulogizing and lionizing the late, great Robert Welch Who saw the future king of America claim his 6 thrones to office All the special effects flicks foreclose on foreign films They’d been wiser to find a better home for their “Boo’s” Had they chosen to enter the Temple of Doom A more grotesque representation Of representation Than Dante’s capital could turn out in 666 rotations Ever since the ‘60’s Hair has been the dominant form of social protest In both nation state birthdays and missile day parades This endangered bird of prey a blasphemed incarnate of a Shutter god It squanders geographical knowledge It’s machines take power like a Hollywood spectacle Just an out of style tragedy Once again A gunman kills twenty In a McDonald’s crowd Married with children with three guns in Southern California Just an out-of-style tragedy Bettered by the day Some were children But it’s a gaping wound that Bleeds profit Implicit pipelines richer than silver, blood or oil There are other modes of fashion that they want to arrest The collaborationist opposition To wait for Godot Or the next Mondale Ferraro Dukakis Howard Dean Clinton Or Joe Biden to save them Or set them free Or else they burn bitter MEATS And mortar block Try to appease the twelve apostles of European neoliberal thought Just an out of style tragedy From Letras Mania