That damned drumbeat outta Autolux's Turnstile Blues is whacking a little hole through my brain *puts finger in hole*
Ahhhhh...thats where I left my locker key
Oh and all of you stop being scenester with your choices...I know yer all humming Pussycat Dolls in there
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise
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