| All is quiet on the Western front
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| There appears to be a lull
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| John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight
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| With the little thoughts inside their skulls
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| Salome she’s undressed to the nines
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| Although a few pounds fatter
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| She’s got Pavlov’s bells on her ankles and wrists
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| She coming at you with her platter
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| I stole down to the waterfront
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| To escape the desert heat
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| What on earth you gotta do around here
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| To try and get yourself a drink
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| Heard John the Baptist preaching
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| «Make way for the King
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| But if you wanna recognize him
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| You gotta tell me all your sins»
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| They are building a new gallows
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| For when You show up on the street
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| Polishing the electric chair
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| They’re gonna give You a front row seat
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| Heard a sneer outside the garden;
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| Salutation so well-heeled:
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| «Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville»
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| I’ve been trying to negotiate peace
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| With my own existence
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| She’s gotta stockpile full of weaponry;
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| She breaking every cease-fire agreement
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| Whole thing is full of decay
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| Just as sure as I’m made of dust
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| And into rust I know the beast is falling
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| They are building a new gallows
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| For when You show up on the street
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| Polishing the electric chair
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| They’re gonna give You a front row seat
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| Heard a sneer outside the garden;
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| Salutation so well-heeled:
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| «Final Stop! |
| No points beyond Struggleville |