Young Republicans

In every generation
 There are those who just don't fit in
 We never asked to be this way
 Born without souls or blood or skin
 We're young republicans
 The doors are locked, the curtains drawn
 Our silken gloves and bonnets on
 You cannot pass
 You've no appetite
 To taste the burning flesh of men
 A supreme joy, no doubt at all
 We lift our heads, we lift our heads
 And see the world is burning
 In every neat and tidy town
 We can't help feel, we've been let down
 We never asked to be this way
 No spines, no tongues, no fingerprints
 We're young republicans
 The doors are locked and the blinds are drawn
 Our lamb-skin gloves and bonnets on
 You can't pass
 This is just for us
 To taste the burning flesh of men
 The greatest joy there's ever been
 We lift our heads, we lift our heads
 And see the world is burning
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 The doors are locked, the curtains drawn
 Our silken gloves and bonnets on
 You cannot pass
 This is all for us
 The doors are locked, the lines are drawn
 Our calfskin gloves and bonnets on
 You can't pass
 You've no appetite
 To taste the burning flesh of men
 The greatest joy there's ever been
 We lift our heads, we lift our heads
 At last, the world is burning