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Cleared Off
03:13
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Kids of the Coca-Cola Nation
Too doped up to realize
Time is running out
Nagasaki's crying out
The Doom Clock says it's time
To give back what you took away
Uncle Sam is the reaper
Wounded Knee on parade
Kasota. Kasota, Kasota, Kasota
Annihilation, annihilation, annihilation
Of a whole population
Lyrics: I. Astbury
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Sun Goliath
04:05
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Looking in your eyes
Protean fear
Atoms splitting
Drawing you near
Chasm of silence
No escape
Light invading
Pulling you away
Sun Goliath
Barefoot, naked
Bathed in fire
Disappearing in my arms
Bitter, lucid
Eyes wide open
A flash and then you’re gone
Internal bleeding
Hair falls out0
Teeth are loose
Slide around in your mouth
Sun Goliath
Barefoot, naked
Bathed in fire
Disappearing in my arms
Bitter, lucid
Eyes wide open
A flash and then you’re gone
That’s how the old wars were won
You lived by the gun, you died by the gun
Just enough to see the blood run
And the stories they told made it sound fun
(But the old ways are done
And the old days are gone) x 2
Hotter than a thousand suns
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Fleur de feu
04:02
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Le clou
lumineux
La gloire
de Dieu
Fleur de feu
Fleur thermale
Fleur qui hurle
Fleur du mal
La fleur de cerisier
Porte la paix sacrée
Les ombres des japonais
Vaporisés, annihilés
Directement de l'enfer
La fleur de cerisier
Porte la paix sacrée
Les ombres des japonais
Vaporisés, annihilés
Elles me manquent les ténèbres
Absence de chaleur
Fleur d’Hiroshima
Mon amour, mon amour
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I come and stand at every door
But no-one hears my silent plea
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead
I need no fruit nor even rice
I need no meat nor even bread
And I need nothing for myself
When children die they do not grow
I woke one day to ash in light
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And scattered swirling in the wind
I need no fruit nor even spice
I need no sweet or even bread
And I need nothing for myself
I need nothing
I come and stand at every door
Adapted from the poem "The Girl Child" by Nâzim Hikmet
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