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A burned down old barn where someone was king White washed city halls surrounded by the proceeds Old woman janitor, whose wishes are gold Forget all the good years, at least we'll have the sluts The nicest nooses to fight this useless darling little war It's almost worth it to teach me prudence At least a coffin full of stones would approve Take rock bottom over pretty days Politicians and their masochisms The killers of the sun are blaming the moon My mercury hat is on Fingers are numb Remember your memories, it increases the fun The moth that is drawn towards white light/white heat A New York quest for the 1970's There's not a day that we've haven't gone too far (Thanks to Jorgey for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania