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    It's time to sleep, it's time to leave
    To loose the binds, to lose a mind
    Time to exhale, to drink the green sea
    To drift upon the scarlet breeze

    It's time, it's time, it's time to begin
    It's time, it's time, it's time to just leave

    Let's raise up our hands in prayer
    Walk barefoot upon this carpet of air
    Na na, na na, na na na na na na
    Na na, na na, na na na na na na
    Let's string up the man
    At the top of the stairs
    Let's piss on the city
    That's burning down there

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    Jim, Jim, Jim, oh Jim
    Jim, Jim, it's time to begin
    Ride your mechanical beast to heaven
    Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin
    Na na, na na, na na na na na na
    Na na, na na, na na na na na na

    Don't cry, sweet plum, no regrets
    We will strangle you up in the loft

    These methedrine teeth are piled up in the sink
    And your mother is screaming to finish him off

    Now heaven will come, we will rise again
    Yeah heaven will come, we will win
    It's 200 miles to the place where we begin
    Yeah heaven will come, we will win

    Song details

    Composition: Michael Gira

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