Napalm

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night
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I got a fistful of fireworks
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I'm gonna try and set things right
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I lost my inhibitions
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I think I may have lost my wallet too
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In this dying land of plenty
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There's a whole lot of nothing to do

[Verse]
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Oh, I'm Billy Pilgrim you're a Dresden doll
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They carpet bomb the city
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Thank God they spared the mall
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Let's hold a vigil
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For the kinda, sorta innocent
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I guess I should defend your virtue
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But the truth is I'm still on the fence

[Verse]
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And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law
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Well, technically speaking ask Sam Peckinpah
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Sometimes you need a vigilante 
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if you want to get a just thing done
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And I don't want to kill nobody
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whose only crime is worshiping the sun

[Chorus]
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Breakfast of napalm
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Burn down the place where I belong
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Arch rivals make love
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And they gotta keep it secret
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They still do it with the lights on

[Verse]
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And I got bad nostalgia for what came before
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Sad reenactments of our civil war
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My heartache is obsessive
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I just wish that I could let it go
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But there's a mountain down in Georgia
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With a kickass laser light show

[Verse]
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And I can always convince you, you're just like Patty Hearst
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Or you're a sympathetic baby when I'm at my worst
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I don't want to brainwash you
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I just wish that you would change your tune
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'Cause I've been gunning for redemption
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And I think I'll hit the bullseye soon

[Chorus]
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Chartreuse and menthols
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Burn down the town that we were from
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I lost my true love 
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to a three-alarm fire
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They tried to put out with a squirt gun. Odelay, homes.

[Solo]
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[Verse]
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Sing little child like a Nightingale
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Sing little child, send me anthrax through the mail
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I wanna to know you, I wanna know if you are true
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Because the closer I get to you 
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is the further that I feel from you

[Chorus]
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Breakfast of napalm
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Burn down the place where we belong
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Arch rivals make love
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And they gotta keep it secret
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They gotta keep it secret
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They gotta keep it secret
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They still do it with the lights on