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Edward Snowden in Hell (A Phoney War)

from Rose​-​Cunted Glasses by The Quixotes

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They drug their reason
Tie my soul down
Make it easy
To play my shadow around
They suckle on illusions
Fed on distant sirens
Bled out basic instincts
While shackled to the phone

They say there's nothing here
They tell us not to fear
But it's just a phoney war
That is free to diet for me

Have you seen these hungry people diet?

One cent down
And they're on their knees
It's hip to cry "help!"
But it beggars belief
The rich get fed
Fattened up for the slaughter
Slavedriver bloodshed flows like firewater

They say there's nothing real
They tell us not to feel
It's just a phoney war
That is free to diet for me

Have you seen these hungry people diet?

The sweetest sensation
To watch the landlords cry
A glorious liberation
We're free from all of their lies
They plague many people
The rich sands sunny drains
Despised like a waif in your own backyard
The locusts feed from your food-filled face

They say there's nothing real
They tell us not to feel
It's just a phoney war
That is free to diet for me

Have you seen these hungry people diet?
Have you seen these hungry people diet?
Have you seen these hungry people diet?

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from Rose​-​Cunted Glasses, released August 17, 2016

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With infectious and highly melodic tunes, The Quixotes specialize in songs about abject misery. Straddling multiple genres including electronica, indie- rock, 80's pop and blues. The rather schizophrenically monikered Quixotes were in fact merely one Matt Black, a London- based singer- songwriter. ... more

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