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Throne
03:32
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I was the creme de la creme
Cream of the crop
I was the king of the hill
But it’s lonely at the top
Because they put you on a pedestal one day
Put you in the dock the next
Calling for a medal for you one day
Calling for your head the next
So how you gonna go
How you gonna go down
Clinging to your throne
Clinging on to your crown
I was the pick of the bunch
I was pleased as punch
They caught me with my guard down
I was still having lunch
And they put you on a pedestal one day
Put you in the dock the next
Calling for a medal for you one day
Calling for your head the next
So how you gonna go
How you gonna go down
Clinging to your throne
Clinging on to your crown
Put you on a pedestal one day
Put you in the dock the next
Calling for a medal for you one day
Calling for your head the next
Put you on a pedestal one day
Put you in the dock the next
Calling for a medal for you one day
Calling for your head the next
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Wars of religion
03:54
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Wars of religion been fought before
But not like this one
Negotiations, heard em all before
I won't listen
And you call it folly
But I call it wisdom
Wars of religion been fought before
Wars of religion been fought before
But not like this one
Each manoeuvre calculated
With cool precision
In the eyes of god and law
There can be no victim
Wars of religion been fought before
But not like this one
Wars of religion been fought before
But not like this one
And we're in it for the long haul now
Plain old attrition
Casualties rising on both sides
That's the mission
Wars of religion been fought before
But not like this one
Wars of religion been fought before
But not by me
I been raising an army yeah, you wait and see
Got nuclear weapons
In my private arsenal
Wars of religion been fought before
But this one's personal
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There’s a puddle at the bottom of my garden
By now I guess it could be a lake
Can’t trust the weather reports any more
The news on the television is fake
And the delivery guy won’t stay to talk
Tears in his eyes as he turns to walk
This isn’t the apocalypse I imagined
Sun’s coming out over the neighbourhood
But that won’t get me outside
Anarchists are taking off their clothes in the street
All the more reason to hide
And the bassline blowing uphill on the wind
Reminds me of an old song I used to sing
This isn’t the apocalypse I imagined
Every man’s home is his castle
Now the whole world’s under a siege
In a prison of my very own making
Lock me up and throw away the key
Sitting in the dark with my face to the wall
Waiting for the sky to fall
This isn’t the apocalypse I imagined
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RSVP
00:51
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