d'archangel rises with eyes that accuse. A bouquet of black orchids for you
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as you weep in the ruins of all that you knew, of all that you cherished,
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of all you possessed. It's a mess! And the message is scrawled on the wall.
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It says > God bless what's left. And what's right ?
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And what's wrong? Well, we still have the songs - but where are you
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Gershwin now that we need you? God how we need you... And down in the city
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of heartbreak and needles, a needle is rammed and a new dream begins. And
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the subway's a hospital - beds on the tracks. And the victims are cracked
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under bandages, wrapped in their oxygen tents. Looking tense because the
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doctor's demented and holding a pin... and if they cry out, he'll hammer it
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in. Yes, Gershwin is grinning > God how I need you right
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now... Watch Washington wash in what's left of the Whitehouse. Hear Hendrix
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make love to his ghost. Hear Abraham, Marin and John sing a song as they
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snip at your hair, as they butter their toast. Fred Astaire sings along as
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he skips down the stairs of the Pentagon. Gone! It's all gone - the
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American dream.
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... Christ, it's only a dream. But where are you, George? Now that we need
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you...
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I am the way, the truth, the light
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Merciful angel with blood on his hands. He's down on his knees, because
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there's nowhere to stand in a dungeon of plastic.. a castle of ice. Ankles
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tied with elastic, the blindfold is tight. The windows are shattered,
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there's bolts on the door, and the music's so loud, he can't think anymore.
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Floodlights are blazing, they shout when he sleeps. But he prays because he
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loves them - they treat him like this! >>.
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So Gallantly Screaming
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The Legendary Pink Dots |