No more selvedge, there's no more still left

No more champagne please and no more delights

No more attacks 'till we've buried the dead

No more magnificent testimonies, paper phonies

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Show me your colors

Show me your colors, please

Then throw your soul down here

Check out senorita, the cloth has appeared

With gold in his fingernails, tinsel in his beard

He's preaching again and has boring us stiff

So I'm off to tintagel to climb the steps with the midnight chieftain

Halloe'en staff did so fanciful fly

'All Men are Hungry', who said that tonight

Behold this battle goes on every day

Between all the gangs on the costume build platform, dreamland

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(Look-)Out! don't you feel it the reds in your hair

That's pulled down in your pocket 'cause you have eaten your share

Behold to distinguish the blacks from the white

You're gonna have to open your Pandora's box here tonight, then

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