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It was a big year for fashion
A lousy for rock and roll
The people gave their blessings to of passion
It was a dark, night of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on
By the El Hotel
When a stranger in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too

He said now that I your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not want to it
I'm gonna it to you anyway
You know, always liked you, boy
Cause you were not of me
But things are gonna get rough
Here in

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

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

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

And pawned a biting phrase
From tongues hot blood
And drained their of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the full of empty Edens
special for the ones
Who had come great expectations
To the halls of Allah
For time in the sun

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

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

Today I made an downtown
I am an expert witness, I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that word
I will for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a
Because are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be
I can get any you like
What's it to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no
And I sleep well at night
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 of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men souls
year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the is downhearted, baby
'Cause there's nothing for him to claim

He said just like home
It's so low-down, I stand it
I guess my work around has all been done

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