Celebration Guns- The StarsFor the one who had a name
Desert wind and a perverse desire to win
History buried in shame
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Then the next day
How will you know your enemy
By their colour or your fear
One by one
We can cage them in your freedom
Make them all disappear
Six hundred sixty-six hundred sixty days
Two guards, one uncharged
This morning's paper's ink stains my fingers
My hands grow darker every day
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
Tired
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Sock it to me! Sock it to me! Sock it to me!
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Live fat, die young
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Blame the moon
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Live fat, die young
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"I'm not on drugs, my dreams are frightening enough."
-Escher
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So tell me nothing matters anymore
Say whatever actions really are
that near is just as far away as far
and I'm permitted one act I can say
I choose to sit here next to you and wave
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