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Feral Republic lyrics
We live in outer space
Roll on southern gentlemen
And your Bonaparte ways
No need to get philosophic
When you're the sharpest teeth
Feeling philanthropic
Fell out of vogue in the new century
Throw it all on the table, in one dollar bills
I'm not feeling so stable, roll me on up the hill
You come around the corner
Marching in line
You got your orders, I never got mine
Roll on Napoleon, full of the new wine
Rolling on down Main Street
While I'm in the alley being hard to find
Out in the streets
In the chill of the night
As thick as theives
My lover and I
We live in outer space
Roll on southern gentlemen
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- Track 8 on Idols of Exile
- 7 Tinsel and Sawdust
- 9 Pavement Puddle Stars
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- Track 5 on Pony Tricks
- 4 My Daddy Was a Rock n’ Roller
- 6 Hangover Days
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