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Strands of life hang low
Growing for attention
Can’t deny the mystified
The thrill of their reflection
God is dead
Get your degree instead
Bemoan the facts
And cover your tracks
Punk is dead
Crusted crowds becoming
Drains unto their own
So defiant are the lions
In disguise as crows
Satan’s dead
So sign and sell your dreads
Become the dumb
Enslaved to some
Punk is dead
They’ve all gone away
But the green is in their grave
So let the ancients go
Anew the beast will grow
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