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| Trace (Spilker/Chielie) Raise every freak who will murder for dirt The word of our Lord, brothers, must be heard You gave us freedom of one-station speech And a very romantical death on the beach Try to find quiet, seek to come away clean Not only lean guys will prove to be mean Chorus: Home needs a range, have fire will bear How to ban bad from within your own lair? Silent and strange, strangeness and charm ‘I love you so’ and ‘Where do I arm?’ We are a firebase in a state of alarm Raise every voice for the bird that can’t fly But never to speak as murder goes by People believe what they see on tv I need to sleep, don’t you Winfrey me Chorus: Home needs a range, have fire will bear How to ban bad from within your own lair? Silent and strange, strangeness and charm ‘I love you so’ and ‘Where do I arm?’ We are a firebase in a state of alarm Bridge: Dontcha fool us, we was made with eyes to free We rule us, if we only wish to be Can’t shake us, we is absolutely free But I lie awake at nights, feel the faces I can’t see Need the places I won’t be Have my fire walk with me Seek a bleeding trace of me A trace of me Keep me posted, but don’t expect me |