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Greetings from Sodom How we wish you were here The weather's getting warmer Now that the trees are all cleared There's no time for a conscience And we recognize no crime Yeah we got dogs and Valvoline It's a pretty damn good time .. Chorus Men of reason, not of rhyme Keep the spoils and share your crime Goodman, Badman, lost without A hope for passage on the last plane out . There was one repressed do-gooder And a few who still believed Yes I think there were five good men here yesterday But they were asked to leave So we've kept the good old vices And laboured to invent a few With cake in vulgar surplus We can have it and eat it, too . Chorus . SongtexteMen of reason, hide your face Walking backwards, plays his ace Goodman, Badman, lost without A hope for passage on the last plane out . Here's a concept you can't dance to An idea you cannot hum There may not be an empty seat When all is said and done I'm not the guy who sings the hymns No bleeding heart to mend But I like the part where Icarus Hijacks the little red hen . Someone said the Big Man May be joining us soon But I never was the type to hang With the harbingers of doom And this party is addictive Self-destructive, no doubt So I hope that someone saves a seat for me On the last plane out . Chorus . Aus Songtexte Mania