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Democracy! Bah! When I Hear That I Reach For My Feather Boa!

Naked In Solitary Prison Cell He Looks Down At A Hard-on.

We Are All Exposed To The Flash Bulb Of Death.

Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As I Lay My Body Down Between The Ache Of Breath And Breath, Golden Slumber In The Bone.

Let Go Of The Spirit Of The Departed, And Continue The Celebration Of Your Own Life.