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My first Thomas was the cardinal sin A breaking of bread among the fathers and the daughters akin Clean cut, he's the living room sort A trade show irony as each washes their hands of the deed Talk, terrify us; give us the news A day time Emmy for the child-like adulterer's wife Kick back, pass the bottle of piss Deamscape Television: compact and calculating Like the royalty I am, sing to me sweet; crooning timeless serenades Dogtown lovers and sleep suburbia, wake your youngest sons and lend them to the night Godless scum wake your youngest sons and lend them to the night! From Letras Mania