| We took our seats ahead of the show
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| Confections and treats all ready to go
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| It was a grand old sight — parted curtains of white
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| A mesmeric scene projected on the screen
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| A proud man driven in a black Cadillac
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| Cars at the front, cops at the back
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| He smiled with a wave of his generous hand
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| Thunder shook across the land
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| His head nodded forward then violently back
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| Crack and crack upon crack and crack
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| A crimson dream escaped from his skull
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| We all fell silent we all felt null
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| Curtains closed, the Usher spake
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| No need for alarm, you shan’t come to harm
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| He sprinkled his sleeping dust across our eyes
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| A fitful lullaby was our prize
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| While we were sleeping it grew and grew
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| Tendrils creeping through and through
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| The black mass spreading here and there
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| Still we kept on sleeping without a care
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| T’was a bright fresh day in Appleton
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| Towers of grey stood in the sun
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| A bolt struck fast from Jerusalem
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| Buildings shook, crumbled like crumbs
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| A Rubicon of blood wormed its way
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| Throughout the night and throughout the day
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| The town crier howled it was the hordes
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| Heathen whores, Allah’s Lords
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| T’was not polite to disbelieve
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| Though something shook up his sleeve
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| The magician waved, t’was a brilliant show
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| Now our eyes are heavy … time to go
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| While we were sleeping it grew and grew
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| Tendrils creeping through and through
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| The black mass spreading here and there
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| Still we kept on sleeping without a care |