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on silver mount zion all burried in ruins we was dancing the horro until we vomited black spinning like crazy Sheshana was jonesin' the towers had fallen and the wind called out my grandfather's name let's kill first the banker with his proffesional demenor let's televise and broadcast the raping of kings let our crowds be fed on tear gas and plate glass 'cause the people united is a wonderfull thing I know that your dying and I know I'm unwell and together we sashay through variations of hell as you walk through clouds of fire the love in my head was never real Letras de canciones oh don't be afraid though the parade will not pass our way it's nobler to never get paid than to bank on shit and dismay From Letras Mania