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Lyrics
Love of the sun Came back again to make it clear that He never said it would meet demand Shame on a martyr, claiming friends from Either perspective of & Weak & strong & Wet & dry & Right & wrong & Live & die & Sane & gone & Love & not & All the &s that we forgot so Sing while you hear it, don’t deny it Leave if you can't stand the thought of it Come back again to make things stand with No disrespect to the & High & low & New & old & Stop & go & Hot & cold & John & Yoko Dark & light It’s almost time to say goodnight to it They took a lesson from their fathers Told them that they were the same command Wait for the minds to make complete Their lies stuck beside every & Words & numbers Sound & silence Stop the peace & Keep the violence No & yes & We digress It lives with sad & happiness Oh god Big bad Betty of the ‘pocalypse She opens her lips and it goes like this When the golden rule and the jungle meet There’ll be nothing to love and there’ll be no one to beat Oh, the things we know, the things we don't Oh, the things we think, we can't, will and won’t We're loathed together and nothing’s left We’re all together and they’re all bereft Capitalist, communist You did the hokey pokey and it went like this You hate each other and you love yourselves It might be heaven and it might be hell Oh, the things we do, the things we say Oh, the things we wish we could wash away