Suicide dive bombers, it's a false colored world one of kings and misfits, bombs and renagades babe. Now where do you fit in? paint the colors in love, recollect the dawn, doctors sparing everyone. Poets and entertainers bathed in devils blood. Now wash your hands girl, you're on the run now.
It's the great rock 'n' roll show, it's got no place to go. Suicide dive bombers, you leave the times behind you. Take a look ahead, the future is ours forever.
Now you see this path has all been layed out, and some stones are yellow or gret littered with guillotine and razorblades. I lost my mind more than once. We're all revolutionaries in a way
so don't you ever be afraid.
The movers and shakers on the wings of undertakers.
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