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A pigeon dies at a quarter to five

I'm outside

I take the keys

I take a life

And I ride

I ride

I ride

A pigeon dies at a quarter to five

I'm outside

I take the keys

I take a life

And I ride

I ride

I ride

I ride

I ride

And I ride

And I ride

And I ride

Let's eat till our fill and be ravenous

Let's sleep in our filth and then laugh at it

Imagine it

If we're savages

Could they capture us