| With his voice of honey and his mind of death
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| Let his cancer in your heart will be your last breath
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| And his seed breeds, yeah, inside your mind
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| And you tell your children to listen to someone they´ll never know
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| Oh, as they take the oath, they might as well take their lives
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| Democracy is just hypocracy on the tip of someone else´s tongue, yeah
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| Planetary pied piper, yeah
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| Oh, follow him to hell
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| Oh, but this time there won´t be a story left to tell
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| Oh, concern must be twohundred years old
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| His architectual development, solid
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| Like the way he thinks, like the way he smells
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| Well, he don´t give a damn when he´s down in his little hole
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| He´s a planetary pied piper, yeah
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| Oh, follow him to hell
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| Oh, but this time there won´t be a story left to tell
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| Yeah, he´s a planetary pied piper, yeah
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| Oh, follow him to hell
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| Oh, but this time there won´t be a story left to tell
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| They didn´t love him (???)
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| She died for a country (???)
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| Did she fight with your eye (???)
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| Land of enchantment
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| Sadland of desire
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| You could set everybody´s house
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| And their hearts on fire
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| Let me tell you, baby
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| Let me tell you now
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| Planetary pied piper, yeah
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| Planetary pied piper, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Planetary pied piper, oh, oh, oh
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| Planetary pied piper, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Planetary pied piper, woah, woah, woah
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| With this ring I thee wed |