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She washed her hands 300 times
But still they're dripping red.
We caught her in the pauper's pit,
She stole the prince's head...
Cursing 'blasphemy'...
O mercy me...
He staggered like a chicken.
They lynched him;
They left him flinching.
Running scared...
Took their seats... they kept on knitting.
God bless the noble savage
As he swaggers
As he sweats
He's making bets on who is next-
He don't care about the colour...
So many here to choose from...
(First they rounded up the reds
But I'm not red so...
Then they rounded up the blacks
But I'm not black so...
Then they rounded up the gypsies
And the junkies and donkeys.
Now I'm scared to whistle 'swanee'
'Cause they'll ask me for my spit...)
It's the garden that we walk in
And it's dying... so we cut it down.
We're drowning now.
There's no way out.
We all fall down.
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- 12 Steps Off The Path
- Paris In The Spring
- The Gethsemane Option
- Code Noir
- The Curse of Marie Antoinette
- Plutonium Blonde
- Chemical Playschool Volumes 1 & 2 (Remastered 2013)
- The Tower
- Any Day Now
- Electrocity, Volume 3
- The Lovers
- Ancient Daze
- Kleine Krieg
- The French Collection
- A Guide to The Legendary Pink Dots, Volume 2: Psychedelic...
- Chemical Playschool
- Only Dreaming
- The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse