Lyrics:
(Dominae) Give your spirit to the choir (Deus) 'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae) I'm a Gothamite that hasn't mastered his wings Chicken, batter,
upon is slippery Calling all Gothamites I got a riddle for you What I'll become of justice when It has nothin' to lose? It puts on a mask same as any
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