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(Every boy) Every boy drawn to the Capuchins, calm and mute (Every girl) And every girl who drags on that veil (Oooooooh) Takes a vow - be quiet, compliant and frail (In the dorms) Adorning our walls: Camara, Camillo Torres (Our guitars) Heard in the main hall, no scholarly sleep (Oooooooh) And no sanctuary deep You can go down to every nightclub you see Disregard the peasants You can go down to every nightclub you see Oh baby We sent a letter to the NME We called it No. 1 Communiqué We are the Tigers in the Seminary We're seventeen and we are healthy Good heavens (When the calls) SongtexteArrive from the music press: one, then three, then five (We'll ensure) They know liberation in gospels is truly alive Every collared rebel do the just and gentle jive You will go down to every nightclub you see Disregard the peasants You will go down to every nightclub you see On no, not we You saw our letter in the NME We called it No. 1 Communiqué We are the Tigers in the Seminary We rise with God against the wealthy We sent a letter to the NME We called it No. 1 Communiqué We are the Tigers in the Seminary We're seventeen and we are healthy Good heavens Aus Songtexte Mania