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Her uncle won't support her nowHe loves his Masons morewith their Boy Scout songs of Jahbulonas they flocked to gore some whoresShe says, "You won't get me homeYou won't get me homeEverything I own is gone."They built a wall around the town to keep her plague withinuntil all of the unclean had died atoning for their sinsYou won't get me homeYou won't get me homeLeave my mouth aloneYou're old -- you're old!You won't get me hometo jump my tired bonesNow leave my mouth alone and go!Go! Go!The Prince of Caledonia, he drives a diesel vanYeah, he peddles skag in HamiltonHe's the reality man, reality manYou're not your own executioner, noYou're not your own executioner, noYou're not your own executioner, even though they tell you,they tell you, they tell you, they tell you so! Aus Songtexte Mania