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vicious traditions


i'd pull my weight if it made any difference
he gave his life for the nine million others
but on his graves written here lies joseph
his countrys gun and innocent soldier

fight your way out of this one

he grew a blood red vision for all their good intentions
he made an easy million from a foreign investment
he danced with the devils in beautiful buildings
affirmative action for a useful reunion

hed change his name if it made any difference
now hes waiting in line for the lasting confession
but on his graves written here lies our son joseph
his countrys gun and innocent soldier

well fight your way out of this one
fight your way out of this one

lavinia

see my love is asleep on the floor in a pose thats familiar
see my son will just send you to war if the battle doesnt kill you
ive her name in mine calling all the time
that i dont want to live in your side though the rose is vermillion
and i find it so hard to survive without when within you

my sweet lavinia

all the years buried under the floor and the wounds in the parlours
would have come up to greet us before if it werent for my heart cause
ive her name in mind its calling all the time

for my sweet lavinia