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the majestic's on fire
they're gonna let that fucker burn
now all the poets tramp the fire escape
high and unperturbed
under watchful eyes of gangsters
with shit to prove
and none to learn
the majestic's on fire
they're gonna let that fucker burn

lieutenant's standing in the shadows
resting his hand on his baton
watching over them in anger
the hungry lion to the fawn
dream of the hero on his eyelids
on mama's mantle in its urn
the majestic's on fire
they're gonna let that fucker burn

so many sheep in wolves' clothing
you can feel 'em on the air
they play themselves the martyr
and then they prey on their own
fear
little girls mistook as witches
as joe mccarthy begins to stir
the majestic's on fire
they're gonna let that fucker burn

this pitching ship of ours is sinking
smoke is pouring out the engine room
crew's got water to their kneecaps
they scoop the ocean with their dinner spoons
the captain's laughing at his fortunes
as the sirens start to sound
the majestic's on fire
we're gonna let that fucker drown

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from Uncle Stephanie's Murder Ballads *FOR KIDS!, released July 31, 2015
stephanie - piano, electric autoharp, vocals
jesse morrow - bass
paul thibodeaux - drums
andrew gilchrist - electric guitar, recording, mixing

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