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It was a big year for fashion
A year for rock and roll
The people their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective
Now was out on riverside
By the El Hotel
a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I him all too well

He said now that I have your
I got somethin' I to say
You may not to hear it
I'm gonna it to you anyway
You know, always liked you, boy
Cause you not afraid of me
But things are get mighty rough
in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

He it's just like home
so damned hot, I can't stand it
My fine suit is all soakin' wet

And the hills are
The wind is
And the clock midnight
In the Garden of
(In the of Allah)

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I love Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a when things were a lot more
Fun around
When good was good, and was evil
Before things got so,
Yeah, I was once a golden boy you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly
And I with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents my
And we sat beneath the palms in the afternoons
And drank the with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they a biting phrase
From hot with blood
And drained their pens of ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty
special for the ones
Who had come with great
To the perfumed of Allah
For their in the sun

We were the fires
And oilin' up the
Until the gods found out we had of our own

And the war was
The earth was
And there was no room
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)

Today I made an appearance
I am an witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that loosely
I will for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
there are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any result you
it worth to ya?
Because is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just selling T-shirts
Just to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning,

It was a pretty big year for
The marketplace was on a
And the land of
Spawned a new breed of men without souls
year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted,
'Cause nothing left for him to claim

He said it's like home
It's so low-down, I can't it
I guess my work around here has all been

And the is rotten
The eyes shine
As he around the vine
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)