Babylon town is B. A town too, brother
You'd better remember that

Ooh, survival time
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Ooh, survival time
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Well, I've been downpressed
Treading on the wine-press
In the right mess
After fifteen years of madness
Well, I've been going down
Oh, with a smile, without a frown
And I even dance the tango
Without being a guarango

Saying, ooh, survival time
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, survival time
Ooh, survival time
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Well, do the Sun-dance
'Cause you won't get a second chance
And move real well now
'Cause you might just go to hell now

And love your brother
Like you should've loved your father
Do it good now
'Cause we know it's understood now, that it's

Ooh, survival time
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Ooh, survival time
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Right man, stars plick right

No bugle in jungle for I
No ruffer tumble
No finger in the eye
No sand, no blood in the sky
Just blood in the sand
Eyes staring up at the sky
Your conclusions are fanciful delusions
Can I tell you?

Ooh, survival time
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, survival time
Ooh, survival time
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