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Wake from a memory,
Old as a century,
Evening beckons,
With its graces.
Make for the rendezvous,
Walk like I'm bulletproof,
Start the clock!

Code words and cagey looks,
Pills in a pocketbook,
Keep me rollin',
I say goodbye.
Cab to the Ketahaus,
Big girls in bigger gowns,
Stale perfume.

But I gotta put up with this button up skin,
Held together with thread so fat it looks thin.
In a light of a hundred thousand burning men,
There's no wonder the booze has a taste of death's scent.

Batten down the hatches and lock away your pride,
If you're hoping to survive,
[WOAH!]
Catastrophe is calling and we've reserved your seats,
To witness your defeat,
[YEAH!]

Ride into the hornets' nest,
Pleased I'm a welcome guest,
Yes I'm drinking,
You do the killing.
Chilled? I should hope as much,
Always a helpful touch,
Inspires the tongue.

Then I follow her out of this disco of death,
And she's taking my hand as she claws her dress,
Now she opens the cell where her hostage lays bound...

Batten down the hatches and lock away your pride,
If you're hoping to survive,
[WOAH!]
Catastrophe is calling and we've reserved your seats,
To witness your defeat,
[YEAH!]

It only hits you when you turn around,
Your face deflating like a circus clown,
You never thought your sins would,
Come back to you,
Well, it's overdue.

You try to fight but it's too late,
Your eyes plead save me from this,
Judgement.

Batten down the hatches and lock away your pride,
If you're hoping to survive,
[WOAH!]
Catastrophe is calling and we've reserved your seats,
To witness your defeat.

Batten down the hatches and lock away your pride,
If you're hoping to survive.
Batten down those hatches tight,
If you're hoping to survive.

[Batten.
You must batten.
It's time to batten.
Batten...
... down...]

Batten down
Those hatches tight!
Batten down!
Batten down those hatches,
And lock away your pride!

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