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Zealots And WhoresI don't care what the young men sayI'll carry on regardless Thoughts of the past will bury me The future is nothing but a memory Poison-tongued harlots, they play Play their whimsical games And those sore old bastards keep Up with their slack-jawed habits, yeah Your zealous delusions Make me laugh Ad nauseum I got burn on my lips and I got bane in my blood My rapture is a reverie And I don't care what the fuck you say You're no god, no you're not, you're not Your zealous delusions Make me laugh Ad nauseum |