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Artist: Vigilantes of Love
Song: Welcome to Struggleville
All is quiet on the Western front, there appears to be a lull.
John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight with the little thoughts inside their skulls.
Salome she's undressed to the nines although a few pounds fatter.she's got Pavlov's bells on her ankles and wrists, she coming at you with her platter.I stole down to the waterfront to escape the desert heat.
What on earth you gotta do around here to try and get yourself a drink
Heard John the Baptist preaching "
Make way for the King, but if you wanna recognize him, you gotta tell me all your sins"
They are building a new gallows for when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair, they're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden; salutation so well-heeled: "
Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"I've been trying to negotiate peace with my own existence.
She's gotta stockpile full of weaponry; she breaking every cease-fire agreement.
Whole thing is full of decay just as sure as I'm made of dust, and into rust I know the beast is falling.
They are building a new gallows for when You show up on the street.
Polishing the electric chair, they're gonna give You a front row seat.
Heard a sneer outside the garden; salutation so well-heeled: "
Final Stop! No points beyond Struggleville, Welcome all you suckers to Struggleville"
In the hole from the beginning/wherever
Truth shows up, it'll go on the chopping block.
Note: Inspired by Edward Knippers' painting, "
The Prize" (
Salome with the head of John the Baptist)
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