Capo 3
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Sell your soul to the highest bidder and burn
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On the grand casino wheel we turn
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And the tycoon has taken the crown to the grave of Republican soil
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With liberties torching the clouds under the storm

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And the last Vatican cross
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Fades to the pyres of Hell
And the renaissance men
Grieve over their dead
And Olympian gold is lead
And the seasons are lost
To the neon dross
The stars are buried in red
And the moon blinds the sun
Eclipse of the West

Sell your past down the river and empty your depths
Trash the icons of heroes and deified dregs
Mass facing a cartoon mask, order the philistine end
And [?] substitutes thoughts of yesterday's men

And the last Vatican cross
Fades to the pyres of Hell
And the renaissance men
Grieve over their dead
And Olympian gold is lead
And the seasons are lost
To the neon dross
The stars are buried in red
And the moon blinds the sun
Eclipse of the West

And the last Vatican cross
Fades to the pyres of Hell
And the renaissance men
Grieve over their dead
And Olympian gold is lead
And the seasons are lost
To the neon dross
The stars are buried in red
And the moon blinds the sun
Eclipse of the West