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It was a pretty big year for
A year for rock and roll
The people their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the soul
Now was somewhere out on
By the El Royale
When a stranger in a cloud of smoke
I I knew him all too well

He said now I have your attention
I got somethin' I to say
You may not to hear it
I'm tell it to you anyway
You know, I've liked you, boy
you were not afraid of me
But things are get mighty rough
Here in

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

And the are burning
The is raging
And the clock strikes
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)

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

And they pawned a phrase
From tongues hot blood
And their pens of bitter ink
reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded for the ones
Who had come with great
To the perfumed halls of
For their in the sun

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

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

Today I an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that loosely
I testify 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?
there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very at night
No shame, no
No remorse, no
Just people T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little
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
This year, notoriety got all confused with
And the devil is downhearted,
'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 here has all been done

And the fruit is
The serpent's eyes
As he around the vine
In the of Allah
(In the of Allah)
(In the of Allah)