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Big Bad Betty of the Apocalypse
Big Bad Betty of the Apocalypse
She opens her lips and it goes like this
She opens her lips & it goes like this
When The Golden Rule & the jungle meet
When The Golden Rule & the jungle meet
There'll be nothing to love &
There'll be nothing to love &
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We're loath to gather that nothing's left
We're loath to gather that nothing's left
We're all together & we're all bereft
We're all together & we're all bereft
Capitalists,Communists
Capitalists, Communists
You did the hokey pokey and it went like this
You did the hokey pokey & it went like this
You hate each other & you love yourselves
You hate each other & you love yourselves
It might be Heaven & it might be Hell
It might be Heaven & it might be Hell

Revision as of 17:22, 3 September 2021

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Lyrics

Love of the s*n 
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 good night 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
Lives 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 Apocalypse
She opens her lips & it goes like this
When The Golden Rule & the jungle meet
There'll be nothing to love &
There'll be no one to beat
Oh the things we know
The things we don't
Oh the things we think we can will & won't
We're loath to gather that nothing's left
We're all together & we're all bereft
Capitalists, Communists
You did the hokey pokey & it went like this
You hate each other & you love yourselves
It might be Heaven & it might be Hell
Oh the things we do
The things we say
Oh the things we wish we could wash away