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up to the front line And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine With hot guns and cold, cold nights Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
With every atom that I was, am, and will be At the hotbed of my reverie I lie still to disappear In your enfolding arms To become with you in amber
Stop talking politics Rephrase, Rephrase Hibernating phantom friend Witness, Witness There's a hotbed of isms around here All hail the chopper,
There's a cool web of silence winds us in Words melt us down and we spin again The less we speak the less we cry You and I There's a hotbed of anger
Look under Look under From the hotbed of creation In dream state. The cure, bulletin, zeitung Was in no pill. Look under. The cure was in no
Countless opinions, a hotbed of riches Last remaining entitlement Feeling valued? Or devoutly subdued? Per Capita All placated and humoured
Judith, come and get your apples Don't expect not to be scratched Let them ferment in your hotbed Looks to me like your pilchards've hatched You
cease - A vortex of constant abandon A hotbed of every fear Reworked and established As your futures, Implications of permanence Of complete surrender
concrete river bridge between my place and town On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291 I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' down
train Ramo Mustache any old Money, "no!" Merrily merrily merrily merrily In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy Frog men schooled by the god Ed
of the dark Burn them all. This place is a hotbed of the crime I see a child is magic girl of dark I feel her touch. She a Devil. My God In a summer night I see
honorable mention Can't you see you've got no pension plan? It's time to decide, we make it or we die x2 Hey nuclear war & a hotbed of trouble Make
Judith, come and get your apples Don't expect not to be scratched Let them ferment in your hotbed Looks to me like your pilchards've hatched You
I held on to All the hell you put me through Take me back where I never knew Walking backwards through a hotbed of misery Take me back to when I'm
ruins The air is filled with the death stink The earth is becoming a deserts' hotbed People are stuck in the misery abyss, Balance will not be restored
of your eyes Of your eyes and your mouth Hotbed Sameheads Time to be a liar Second hand Promised land Such a sad goodbye Saddle my pony, saddle up my
with the drinking of the essence of humanity The juice of the populace, the taste of profanity Into the public bath Aquatic hotbed of human diseases
harbors for rumors cnd hotbeds for riddles Gossip and grapevines Play possum on partylines Braggarts on barstools Double as sober fools Words without
polite, some rude instead The melting pot is overflowing with lead In the winter is brick, the summertime is like a sweltering hotbed Manhattan keeps
Used my time and my common sense Never feel welcome in a hotbed of tense
Alligator on my chest A hot-bed of indifference A seed-bed of so - so It's a push and shove I said Lord above What a way to go Chorus ~ Don't say that you
let's bang It's such a great big world Wanna share it all with you From every hotbed We can make it there Just jump your fence, girl And we'll make it
Hotbed of the cataclysm Lost somewhere in the algorithm. And all of this leaves you with a narrative with no alternative. These words are rain
listened to the things that they said I'd be totally done for It's a hotbed of their fucked up lies and some duty-bound shit I cant hold Oh God I know you're
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