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All the actors say the streets are bathed in fireAll the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liarWe're gonna riot on the streets today!Smash an apple on the face of the state:Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothesPut your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:Feed a fever as the five fevers rageFeed a fever and paginate your page!Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coalShopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's fullIn spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!The country child cullllllled an abundance of hay:And I want his uncle's gold: I want it today!I said it! I said it! I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!Twelve ragged fingers pointing out at one!You stick a rose in the golden sand... You stick a rose in the golden sun...One writer is short of his daisies...[from liner notes] Aus Songtexte Mania