Like Partridges
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Lyrics
Party like it's 1921. Smash what doesn't fit, kill that which won't submit. We lack nature, passion, emotion, instinct and mysticism. So let's see what brother number one has in store for us. Intellectual elite buried six feet deep. Rosseau with his head caved in. Stravinsky starved to death on a bowl of rice a day. Holy Vehm to shining path. If your lifestyle doesn't get you then the greater good will.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:05
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 113 BPM