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-the dead flag blues-the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheeland sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicidesand a dark wind blows.The government is corrupt and we're all so many drums with the radio on and the curtains drawn.We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,and the machine is bleeding to death.The sun has fallen downand the billboards are all leeringand the flags are all dead at the top of their polls.it went like this:the buildings tummbled in on themselves,mothers clutching babies, pick through the rubble and pulled out their hair.The skyline was beautiful on fire,all twisted metal streching upwardseverything washed in a thin orange hazei said "kiss me you're beautiful, these are truly the last days"you grabbed my hand and we fell into it, like a daydream or a fever.we woke up one morning and fell a little further downfor sure as the vally of death i open up my walletand its full of blood -godspeed you! black emperor