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Must I commit my tragic youth to history Am I not still to recall when I need In my lonely hours they wonder like a vicious mystery Can I rewrite the tale that often makes me travel blindly My younger years were often spent in silence Lest my wooden friends felt estranged We entangled ourselves in thoughts of freedom's violence And bottled the brew of our strangest thoughts, deranged Delinquent little darlings we were not We said the right things to keep us all off The hook that don't exist no more Soon you will be called for the unknowing Nobody will miss you when you're gone You may come back a shell of your former self But obedient you will become with love Delinquent little darlings we were not We said the right things to get us all off The hook that don't exist no more B.B gets what he wants When he needs what he wants What he feeds us all from SongtexteDon't bite that hand of Zion Come come come come come comrades Our Big Brother loves us much Come come come come come comrades Our Big Brother loves us much more than those Old fashioned mothers Delinquent little darlings we were not We said the right things to get us all off The hook that don't exist no more Cause B.B gets what he wants When he needs what he wants What he feeds us all from Don't bite that hand of Zion The lions den Bionic Zionic men Aus Songtexte Mania