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Turn it on, Salvador

Drag the bound priest across the floor

Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you

Are you?

Wake them up, shake 'em up

Death and a gala premiere

Turn it on, Salvador

Brutally offensive, but never a bore

Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view

Or two

Bang them out, hang them up

Nothing is what it appears

Didn’t he say how he likes to make the holes?

Time melts away while he tries to make the holes

Turn it on, Salvador

Turn it off, Salvador

Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee

Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck

What the (some 15th century German word)

(Some 15th century German word)

Books are guns, biking nuns

Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds

Didn’t he say how he likes to make the holes?

Time melts away while he tries to make the holes

Turn it on, Salvador

Da da da da da da

Didn’t he say how he likes to make the holes?

Time melts away while he tries to make the holes

Turn it on, Salvador

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