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Lyrics: Salute To The Queen

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Salute To The Queen

Disappointment rush through me

Ain’t it funny how you managed to get away?
I’m alone again in dirty sheets
I bet you’re thinking: “Such an easy lay”
But you’re not the man I want – just a pale imitation of the one before
And your cheap invitation…well, it gets me off
But who made you the god of all?

Warm the ointment; calm the burn now
Ain’t it funny how we make the same mistake again?
Unreliable, self-centred
So don’t promise things you can’t deliver anyway
But you’re not the man I want – just a pale imitation of the one before
And this strange conversation…well, it sets me off
But who made you the god of all…

Passion? It’s not your friend! Passion! It’s just a weakness in the end!

And I – I’ll reach an impasse
And you – you bring the JD
And we – we’ll make a video
Line up toy soldiers, salute to the Queen!
I’ll reach an impasse
And you – you bring the JD
And we, we’ll make a video
Line up toy soldiers, salute to the Queen!

Breaking glass will cut your hands up
Ain’t it funny how I never ever miss a beat?
Wrap your hands up; dirty bandage
Darkened ink won’t be enough to wash your soul clean
But you’re not the man I want – just a pale imitation of the one before
And this weird situation…well, it gets too much
Who made you the god of all…

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from Propaganda (Remastered), released July 7, 2014

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