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Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
It will come for you
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
It will come for you
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la

Flowers for the new religion
In the penal colony
Oh, life is sweet for the men in sheets
And their dreadful progeny
I'll burn in the streets of the promised land
And make a refuge a living hell
I twist around, did you hear that sound?
Leave it where it fell
I make my bed in a rushing stream
With crimes I never should have dreamed


No, it will come for you
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la

Oh, left to our own devices
We will carve these laws in flesh
And in the bright of some stiller night
Carve 'til there's nothing left
I would or were a desert flower
At the feet of this platoon
Baby faces grey as the coming day
Turn up to the listing moon
And if not now, then presently

This world will dash your heart out on a tree
And if not here, then around the bend


All things move freely on to their end

Left my baby in the still of the night
Had to tell her that I'd done saw the light
The truth's worse, still the words will not come

I wish I were home, that I'd never begun
Down this road, baby
All blooming with clover
All spangled with horrors
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here it comes again

Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la

I loved you once but you know you
You let me down
It will come for you
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
It will come for you
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la

It will come for you
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la
Ooh sha sha, ooh sha sha la la