Pop Crimes

Are you Stalin's secret daughter?
 Did you murder history?
 Your twin pals, genocide and slaughter
 Were born on Calvary
 When all the good got good and gone
 And all the bad broke free
 A sock-puppet government
 Left to it's own device
 The hand that used to hold my hand
 Has grown bored of its delights
 I guess that I won't see you tomorrow
 On this, our planet of perpetual sorrows
 Pop crimes
 These were pop crimes
 These were pop crimes
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 This was a pop crime
 The Catholic church cannot verify
 That there's a single soul in hell
 It's just a wasteland of adversity
 Devoid of all but the sound of wedding bells
 From this vast expanse of nothing
 Nothing good will come of this
 But the hole in the zero
 And an open-heart-surgery kiss
 This was a pop crime
 It was a pop crime
 This was a pop crime
 It was a pop crime
 It was a pop crime
 This was a pop crime
 Did you go down with the Gorgons?
 Is that why you turned to stone?
 Or was that state reserved for me
 For me and me alone?
 Does the hissing of their coiffured snakes
 Desiccate your soul?
 This was a pop crime
 This was a pop crime
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 This was a pop crime
 This was a pop crime
 It was a pop crime