Ecstasy and vendetta de Sex Gang Children

A lonely breed, these wandering men
i pushed and shoved through the steely glare,
of the assassins who aim high
Smell the colour of your room and you row like the vulgar boatman
Do you always talk that way?
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Some say he died for a cajun queen
Some say he stood so tall and strong with auto banditry
a serenade with a grenade
Does your bravado always bite hard
Do you stamp your feet all day
See the beauty of destruction
Feel my breath upon your neck
Why do you turn and walk away?
a lonely breed these hungry men
I sat and stared through the looking glass, that all men call the world
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I would have died a thousand times just to see the faces of the assassins who never die in my dream, i always see, not the face of vendetta, but the smile of ecstasy.
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