Here inside the under-side sea
Outside the sultry dusk it be
Thirty scurry aboard thee
All hold will to bend a harpoon tree
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Charleston glean,6-17
Race war admittance, it can't be seen
A curious remittance, a smithereen
For the Last Rhodesian, what's it mean?
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Can't you see it can't you feel it
The demons of the asylum
It's overpowering you and me
This madness does come with ease
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Deaf, dumb, blind, we go on and on self-deceiving
That everything's in its place and tomorrow always comes
With reckless abandon we isolate radical thinking
With hasty abandon it's trampled down under the sun
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Madborn mortal in detached perambulation
Light upon three bound in spell incarnation
In assailment the rush comes to who will outlive
Hindmost the struggle cast him downward Dutch Cliff
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A reception to our Eastern friends
This house is our home and the home's where we belong
Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong
If our soul has a gate, well, then must have been ajar
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One thousand miles of sea and desert overcome by flow
A lonely restitution of dusty roads, pomp and show
Seek a thousand havens, once or twice removed
Maintain no discomfiture, western culture comes unglued
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Go back to those gold sounds
Keep the advent to one self
Cause it's nothing, not something
From a crisis or the zombie's spare change?
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There's a posse in a polygon cooking up the future
With standard-issue world command
Bent on left play crisis plots
And it's served up piping hot
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Dust cloud from another blast
Rubble and ruin grace the land
Syria is charming this time of year
Feel the sand and glass shards underfoot
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