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with a star on my arm and a ring through my noseput my life in your hands and I'll lay in the roadthe teevees drop and the tea gets floesand the angel of mercy's a sinister martyrmoon's a blot where I'm fighting to goand I'm sick as a goat in your headlightswhen you burn so brightly, side with the righteousa rose in rifle, a bed for a tankand I thank you for laughing and firing a blankwhen I stood right before you and wept as I sank to my kneesto my sorry, sorry kneesprayer's a kite and there's so much to fight forso much to die for so much to kill forso much to hate there's so much to plategod damn, for god sake, we're doomedand I'm late...so forgive me, assholeI'm high as a kite, there's so much to fight forso much to die for so much to kill forso much to hate there's so much to plategod damn, for god sake, we're damnedand I'm late...for a very important date Aus Songtexte Mania