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Rebel my love, some day we shall overcomeBut the sickness bites hard, and yes the razor's oldOf their portions, rashes, surrender, kill every first-born sonWe were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the nameHeard voices laughing the spirit in the plight of the living deadOf course at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had saidIs death a song in the tinder boxThe stone has turned awayI can't remember god when I...And I'm drunk all dayBefore I leave you bring the demons outYour beauty seemed not to mind the feverHung on the midwife's jawWe were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the nameHeard voices laughing the spirit, and the plight of the living deadI can't remember god when I...And I'm drunk all daySome said I was wrong to dream that wayI was wrong to dream that wayAnd some made light of death and sorrowLight of death and sorrowBut death is glory nowDeath is glory now Aus Songtexte Mania