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R.O.D.

From Bend Sinister1986

Written by Brix Smith, Craig Scanlon, Mark E. Smith, Simon Rogers, Simon Wolstencroft

Lyrics

R.O.D.

Maybe you haven't got everything that you want after all It's approaching 600 pounds gas and flesh Robes in tatters It's approaching Lips and tongue abhorrent Flickering lexicon Or a stray dog pack leader Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult Realm of dusk The Northerns Look at the North ones Their brains are unhinged by the sun Rare stone Our (faeces/faces) are rare stone It comes to take them Move out the armies

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"R.O.D." is a song by The Fall from the album Bend Sinister, released in 1986. The song was written by Brix Smith, Craig Scanlon, Mark E. Smith, Simon Rogers, Simon Wolstencroft. It was produced by John Leckie.

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