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D For Democracy (Scour The House) - Lyrics by Spirit Of The West


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you with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your own reflectionpropped up wiht desks and flags, 8 chairs short ofperfectionlines drawn here, there and everywherenone of your own volitionunrecognized you pace you shadowstripped of all your definitionscour the house, flip the wig,shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to meyou've been abused and cheated,shat on you're beyond defeatedthose who rise stand in your name,then treat you roughly once they're seatedyour pen in one, their sword in the othersatisfied the blessing is givenin god they trust only their way one  wayafraid of the other ismsscour the house, flip the wig,shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to methe grass is always greenerunder western skiesbut your Norman Rockwell nationis being choked by weeds and vineslook here the old grey mareshe ain't what she used to belook here the  old grey mayorhe's all he's cracked up to bescour the house, flip the wig,shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me