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THE HEM OF HIS GARMENT

They're still skinning 'em alive
Most ends of the heavily populated towns
Like some kind of Robert Palmer song
Unbreakable hammer repeating on your mind
Not much thought into the long term damage
It's a pity 'cause they could of had it all
Reach to touch the hem of his garment
But your ailment burns brighter
and all that remains is a fistfull of Versace silk
It's all uniquely savage
Like some kind of John Waite ballad
Kill or be killed
and have the most when the music stops
You could say that it's the new african savannah
Might take some getting used to
You reach to touch the hem of his garment
But somehow the ailments multiply
It's all uniquely savage

SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY

"King Of The Rumbling Spires"