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Early in the morning where there used to be a slough
There's a tiny business lake, don't let the cattails fool you
Down in the bottom where nothing is born
Sleeps a silver dollar with your face thereon

Wish I could trace the frowning compass of your mouth
Drop a mercury dime down a Roman drain and summon Mars

Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
They'll steal your patents for the sun
And you'll feel extinction
When you see your face on their money

Late in the heavens that are already bought
Sleeps a red planet in the galaxy of a lion's thoughts
On the surface every tendon and intended machine
Is gonna buckle, knuckle, kneel on a carpet of lion's tongues

Wish I could stand in the spray at the cliff of your sweet revenge
Oceans of naked serrated marble crushing in

Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
They'll steal your patents for the sun
And you'll feel extinction

Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
Your wound's the main road into London
You'll feel extinction
When you see your face on their money

Last lion of Albion
The last she-wolf to mother Rome
The last virgin to wash ashore
You'll feel extinction

Last lion of Albion
The last of the Mohicans gone
The last cedars of Lebanon
You'll feel extinction

Last lion of Albion
Last tiger of Tasmania
The last she-wolf to suckle Rome
You'll feel extinction

When you see your face
Face on their money

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