some almost to a fault. you know you've got a problem when stepping back to see the big picture requires losing sight of even the important details.
"revolutionary":
milk for the bones and blood for the banners
honey for the tongue, oh, sing me an anthem, baby
i'm gonna break your world in two
set it spinning like a top til it all falls down on you
revolution after turn, watch the incense burn
the bourgeosie's smoking second-grade potpourri
oh, baby, i'm a revolutionary


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