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We All Fall Down
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We play a waiting game
And we play a waiting game
We play a waiting game
And it won't be long now
The tailor was the first to go
We burnt his clothes
And we burried him low
The tailor's next of kin
And the tailor's neighbors followed him
And so it is
And so it goes
Save our souls
We play a waiting game
And we play a waiting game
We play a waiting game
And it won't be long now
The fossor refused to dig
And who could blame him if he did
We bury our own now
We bury them deep
When the doctor followed suit
Knew our plight was set to worsen
So it is
The fear of God now is in every person
With heavy hearts
And other hands
We build a wall around this town
Now no one comes and no one goes
Save our souls
We play a waiting game
And we play a waiting game
We play a waiting game
And it won't be long now
When you said the air smelled sweet
I knew it was only a matter of time
And we all fall down
And we all fall down
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Twenty Five Sins
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Call off your witch hunt
This time the french are not to blame
Your justice is heaven sent
I bid you farewell I'll see you in hell
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
You've consumed and consumed and consumed
The very soul of this city
It's a sin
Will you be surprised when the flames
Consume you as God claims his retribution
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
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The Deception
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They said it couldn't be done
And so it seems
I proved them all wrong
In spite of them
I have become
The chosen one
This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
This is the devil's game
It turns me on
All I ever wanted
Is a little revolution
But here I sit
With my head in my hands
Lost in a sea of deception
And this ship won't let me sink
And the wind won't talk about
England expects
England expects
If you feed them a lie
They will take it and run
And who could blame them
This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
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Voice of Reason
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It took a blow to the head
And I realized what I
Was put on this earth to achieve
It showed me the way
So make an example of me
Hang me up from the tallest tree
Make an example of me
This is not the voice of reason
It's the cross I was chosen to bear
This is not the voice of reason
My time has surely come
I'm as guilty as can be
This is treason
In the first degree
Now the gallows tree
she calls to me my name
There can be no reprieve for me now
In this lifetime
This is not the voice of reason
It's the cross I was chosen to bear
This is not the voice of reason
Make an example of me
Make an example of me
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Death of an Idealist
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This is a breakdown
You are a cancer
This will be the death of me
I'll never live this down
You will never
An amazing fall from grace
No more or less than I deserved
A gentleman a liar and a cheat
And all that's left for me
Is to usher in the death of a broken man
And the birth of another
We all seem safe in the knowledge
That you are watching over
Everything that we do
This is a breakdown
You are a cancer
You've got a lot to answer for
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Remnants of an Army
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Hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
This is all that's left
Another fine mess as our empire falls
On it's own rusting sword
I won't be surprised
Somethings never change
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
The cavalry are gone
Hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
The empire will fall
Hold back the cavalry
The cavalry are gone
Hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
Hold back, hold back the cavalry
Hold back the cavalry, hold back the cavalry
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We Go Hunting
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I curse the day I ever set foot
In this god foresaken town
My own flesh and blood
My pride and joy
She speaks in tongues
And I won't rest until
Oh, these sisters of the devil
Burn in hell
If the demons divide
The demons will conquer
If you give them an inch
They'll take a mile
If the demons divide
The demons will conquer
So we go hunting
And they'll swing from every tree
Let this be a lesson to you all
And I won't rest until oh, these Sisters of the devil
Burn in hell
If the demons divide
The demons will conquer
So we go hunting
If your not with us then you are Clearly against us
As we go hunting
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Come Over
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The world was growing colder
And when the wind blows
The cradle will rock
Forwards and back
The cradle she swings
I'm caught in the middle
Between family and friends
So here's to fallen friends
And to falling walls
I severed my roots
And the bow did break
And when the bow breaks
The cradle will fall
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Spencer Perceval
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You could have saved yourself
I gave you more than one chance
"I Am Murdered, I Am Murdered" you cried
Well, well,
You could have survived
I will rot, a broken man, in this green and pleasant land
Your position can't save you now
(Your position can't save you)
You were the finger on my trigger
And the rope around my neck
As you were as well
Your position can't save you now
You could have saved yourself
I gave you more than one chance
"I Am Murdered, I Am Murdered" you cried
Well, well,
If the truth be told
It is I that will meet my demise at your hands Mr. Perceval
I am murdered
You will hang a guilty man in England's green and pleasant land
Your position (you were the rope around my neck) can't save you now (you were the finger on my trigger)
Your position can't save you now (you were the rope around my neck)
Your position can't save you now
As the bullet flies, you cannot hide behind
Your position (you were the rope around my neck) can't save you now (you were the finger on my trigger)
Your position can't save you now (you were the rope around my neck)
Your position can't save me now (you were the finger on my trigger)
Your position can't save me now
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10
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Epiphany
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Instrumental
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11
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Death is the End
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Fate smile at it's funny little ways
As it put pay to a promising career
They prophesied of their own demise
It was too good to resist
It was too good to resist
Death it is the end more or less
As you lie here, does it feel
As if it was such a good idea
In tempting fate
Are you sorry now?
Are you sorry now?
Death it is the end or less
A funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
Is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end or less a funeral train rotting flesh
It is the end
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