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Fatalist people don't see the world

Becoming hearse of your corpse?

Fatality comes as you don't wait for her

Fanfare of fanciful and frail, oh!

Frame up behind you made for hard cash

Money is what they want haunting your life

Fog in the sky brings haziness

Haziness in the world which dies from you

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Immaculate conception wasn't your born

Fearless and hardbitten you are not

Immolute your life the only you can do

After the dark you are gone

Heavenwards you go after the bomb

If you are lucky and die when it falls

Immediate death you pray to have

'Cause you are a fatalist and give your life

Imperialistic countries want to take more

You afraid of them, give 'em it all

Personality cult have for politicians

'Cause they've destroyed your youth and your children

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Fanfare for your fanciful frail

Prayin' to have immediate death

Try to save only hard cash

And in the end up to your ass!