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We've been gutted and bludgeoned beyond repair
Dance quite able, Clark Gable, beneath the stair
Fib and fable, we cradle our own regret
Oh, we blubber and stutter 'til evening's end
No we won't let the blood of our enemies cool
No we won't let the blood of our fathers be cursed
No we won't
We've been lovers and gluttons without a care
As we hang out and break out of our own snare
God or goddess, it's obvious, we need a drink
Have another vodka, brother
Release the pain
No we won't let the blood of our enemies cool
No we won't let the sons of our fathers be used
No we won't
And you won't have to wander the fields all of mud
And you won't have to squander each minute of lust
No you won't
La la la...
No we won't let the blood of our enemies cool
No we won't let the sons of our fathers be used
No we won't
And you won't have to wander the fields all of mud
And you won't have to squander each minute of lust
No you won't
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