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Let it all hang down, let us dance all night I wanna hear the saw whine through the grass outside I wanna hear the voices of a great choir Like in the olden days crack the church roof through I want this to fill me into the wee hours I've got to spend some time in the smoky air In the mild madness of a back room somewhere I want a sweet guitar in my hands And let the music fill me, and make me drunk again What else is there beyond this? What else is there to live for? But to lift up the hearts of our brethren somehow And let a little joy in somehow Aus Songtexte Mania