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CHILDREN OF EVE I The Garden in our rear-view mirror, —Vesuvius looming up in the distance. We’re heading for the Pompeii of our own blind resistance. The fig-leaves of delusion for our make-shift covering. We dance, and jest, while overhead the vultures are seen hovering… CHORUS: Spawn of Adam, children of Eve, lonely exiles, rebel seed… Our past forgotten, our future unclear; we sip the hemlock of illusion and fear! Will we ever find our way back home? II Staring down the barrel of our own impending death. Seems that this game of life’s much like Russian roulette. Seated at the tables of chance, it’s there we place our bets. No lucky seven rolls… snake-eyes is all we ever get! (Repeat Chorus) III Why do we go on listening, to this world’s infernal hissing? We need a wise and powerful hand, to lead us out of this dark land… Oh Lord! IV Clinging to this lying bill of goods that we’ve been sold; we’re all just blind beggars, sitting on a bench of gold! Sometimes I sit and wonder, just how we can go on; but they say it’s always darkest right before the dawn… (Repeat Chorus)
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