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| - The People's Republic of Haven, is it all that you hoped to attain? The glories that shone in your daydreams, are they dimmed by the blood of the slain? While yesterday's shining successes get harder and harder to top. Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop? The Proles only follow a leader who will keep them well feted and fed, With trial and war for your circus, you'd better not run out of bread! The curs that have fawned at your fingers will tear out your throat if you drop. Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop?
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| - The People's Republic of Haven, is it all that you hoped to attain? The glories that shone in your daydreams, are they dimmed by the blood of the slain? While yesterday's shining successes get harder and harder to top. Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop? The Proles only follow a leader who will keep them well feted and fed, With trial and war for your circus, you'd better not run out of bread! The curs that have fawned at your fingers will tear out your throat if you drop. Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop? The fields you have sown with betrayal, and watered with innocent's tears That falsehood has fenced and defended, by the ruin of lives and careers Are choked with the fruits of your labors. How will you harvest your crop? Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop? For the sake of our dying Republic, and an end to an honorless war, For the sake of my childhood friend Robbin, though I fear he will greet me no more, In the chill of the guillotine's shadow, as the heavy blade's drawn to the top, I say "Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop?"
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