Slayed by The Mob
Another great track off the "let the tribe increase LP" of 1982ish. Great band.
[Intro]
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The desert stretches across the endless piles of sand
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And the compass spins round, lodged somewhere in my hand
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And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole
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While I'm wading through bureaucratic piles of waste
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Your putrid smell leaves a sweet distaste
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And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole
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The concrete towers erect jungle
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Smashed up old park bench
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The monuments of sweeter days
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Upon them where your children play
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Your children move, they're puppets now
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Destroying all your sacred cows
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And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole