Alraune

Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spanking deals

Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses's dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying: Freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies from the tablecloth

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine

Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?

Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

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