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You came, you saw, you conquered nothing

Wings of your own backyard

Pluck a peacock's feather

Trade for my everlasting revenge

Get the glory bus outta here

Ride the serpent's grey back

Medusa tried to kiss me

So I slipped her the tongue

Stonehearted bitch

All I wanted was some fun

Fortune city, land of the dead

Romero was a visionary

The ol' Bub too, my friend

Barnstorm revival

Wick up your hair and let your legs down

The DJ's a stiff

And we're dusting off the lids

Barnstorm

Barnstorm

Barnstorm

Revival