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Let me suffer 
or let me die.
because a life of only pleasure
is just a lie.
I will wonder
why i even try,
but lord let me suffer,
let me suffer or let me die.

I ask myself what should i do?
You suggest the thing I least want to do.
But if I'm honest and I'm true,
deep down i know it, too.

Because we only learn from our mistakes.
We only grow when confines break.
Death implies life, black implies white.
So too suffering will lead me to the light.


Lord let me suffer
or let me die.
Life has called my bluff,
I need an alibi.
I hear the thunder,
Lightning's close behind.
But lord let me suffer...
Lord let me suffer 
or let me die.
Because a life of only pleasure
is just a lie.
I will wonder 
why i even try.
But let me suffer, 
lord let me suffer or let me die.

I just happen to be happy in this moment.
It's a lucky happystance I'm due.
When I happen to be lonely and asunder,
chances are my mind will turn to you.


So lord let me suffer 
or let me die.
Because a life of only pleasure
is just a lie.
I will wonder 
why I even try,
but lord let me suffer 
LORD LET ME SUFFER
lord, let me suffer,
lord let me suffer or let me die.

Music: Skip Buhler, Peter Geissert, Noah McManus, Greg Rubin
Lyrics: Ted Hilton Walker

Let Me Suffer

I saw the Sun
and it seemed to me,
I was seeing a glorious goddess.

To Her I bowed, 
for one last time.
Cursed to live a rake's progress.

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Mata Hari is the eye of the day.
Yellow Wolf has swallowed her
and taken her away.
Eyes are closed,
all turns to gray.
The night is dark 
and so now is the day.

Snow is falling, 
all around.
Only hear howls on the wind.

Glow in the east
Goddess reborn 
From the belly of the beast

CHORUS


Ask the runes, children.
Ask the runes, children.
Children ask the runes, when will she?
When will she open again?

Mata Hari.
Oh Mata Hari!
Mata Hari!

Lyrics: Ted Hilton Walker
Music: Skip Buhler, Peter Geissert, Noah McManus, Greg Rubin

Contains lines from the Sólarljóð (The Song of the Sun), an Old Norse poem written in Iceland ca 1200. 

Mata Hari

Time to make some adjustments, undam a few streams.
Have a precision earthquake, to rip apart the seams.

And a fish rots from the head down, so we're starting at the top.
A safe and sound thrashing - the other shoe's gonna drop.

CHORUS
But we're a little O.C.D.
The Monkey Wrench Gang only mangled.
So we started a committee,
to cover every angle.
Yeah we started a committee,
committed to dismantle.
We are uptight vandals,
we are uptight vandals,
we are uptight vandals!

We gotta get organized to fight these crimes.
The real world's in real trouble, we're running out of time.

Enough simulated ignorance, we're getting retentive.
Methodical and obstinate, we're on the offensive.

CHORUS
But we're a little O.C.D.
The Monkey Wrench Gang only mangled.
So we started a committee,
to cover every angle.
Yeah we started a committee,
committed to dismantle.
We are uptight vandals,
we are uptight vandals.
We are!


We are uptight vandals,
We are uptight vandals,
we are uptight vandals!

Music: Skip Buhler, Peter Geissert, Noah McManus, Greg Rubin
Lyrics: Ted Hilton Walker, Britta Walker
"The Monkey Wrench Gang" is a copyrighted novel © 1975 by Edward Abbey.

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