Farewell martyr
Whipping flame
We will put up our red flags
And cry
In bright coloured plastic chairs
Beneath the towers catching the higher airs
Then light up bonfires for you
Cross dressers
Cross dressers of these terrible roads
Your love is great
And the nasalar
In his beaten up old car
Is taking the particles back home again
Soon you'll be dancing
Where the made up gods have set their clocks on you
And the rockets we let off arе hidden now beneath thе snow
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