What do ya think? This'll be a song. I don't know

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What do ya think? This'll be a song.

I don't know but I've been told
apocalyptic dreams postponed
Can bring the killer to the throne
While all the activists get stoned
It's nothing new, but I suppose
The blood of breathless men has flowed
And stained the emperor's new clothes
My mouth it shouts and starts to foam
Again
My friend my friend

Body parts inside the square
And Revolution in the air
Please heed their dead despairing prayers
For all the blood of billionaires
To shower down while we prepare
To fall on autumn nights and stare
At holy horns and lowly mares
Don't dare promise only swear
Amen
my friend my friend

The eyes of passersby were glued
to an unrepentant prostitute
Who washed her hair each afternoon
With salty spit and cheap perfume
While men of greater magnitude
Who met her on the avenue
all severely misconstrued
Her solitary point of view
And said
My friend my friend

Murmuring voices through the wall
Spoke between sips of alcohol
About running away and leaving it all
To live life like a shopping mall
But they could hardly even crawl
So instead they sat in ancient halls
Pontificating on John Locke
Because you can’t kill what you can not
defend
my friend my friend

Call me what you want but I
Can hear these neon angels cry
For someone who can sympathized
With burning barns and friendly fire
But I can't come up any higher
These walls are tall and barbed with wire
Broken down my face perspires
When all is said and done it's time
to end
My friend my friend