.[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
I was held up to the waist while you were fresh from the confession
The angry streets they twisted up and billowed with the laughter>
Anyway I thought to burn the rags of some kind of primal fear>
And now the night is blue and red and they'.
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