The Mongrels Are Facing The Firing Squad At Midnight (A Dead Man Walking Through The Sea)

This is the bite from wandering eyes
Don't cry when the twilight finally leaves you stranded
All of those future scars calling
They want to bury themselves deep in your arms
The rich ones will burn inside the chateau
This is one party that never ends
Something stuck in between cannibal teeth
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Damn the harvesters to the fields they reap
Covered in parasite love marks, we spit black
We were mauled by the search party animal
And now we are left to devour each-other
No one ever said the job was easy
And they never said we were going to survive
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The streets will fill with blank children
Daughters of madmen, searching for exposed lives
If this is a secret, then why does everyone else know?
Hang her! Hang her until her feet stop kicking!
Catch the gun and find a home for the barrel
Between your tongue and your teeth
Lets see you make a fool of us now, lecherous thief
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Delicate fingers grinding in the war machine
Who knew the blues would burn down the metropolis
A transmetropolitan boy with nothing to eat
There is something to be won here, son
If not glory, then hell
This is the last night we spend in this city