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The old dead flesh were flushed with their jealousy of youth
But the new meat couldn’t understand the wisdom of old truth
In the future concrete of far-off Pompeii
The kids were rioting in the amphitheater today
Oh my god – kids of today
We was dancing on the Berlin Wall as the old guard stood by
Smash the concrete with bare hands as history started to smile...
Multicolored mirror ball Mohicans on the seafront Horror show hobnail hair who you calling...
But the new meat couldn’t understand the wisdom of old truth
In the future concrete of far-off Pompeii
The kids were rioting in the amphitheater today
Oh my god – kids of today
We was dancing on the Berlin Wall as the old guard stood by
Smash the concrete with bare hands as history started to smile...
Multicolored mirror ball Mohicans on the seafront Horror show hobnail hair who you calling...
Lyrics submitted by Ezekielpoop
Track duration: 03:10
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