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One by One ChorusOne by One by ~molasses-disaster
One by one,
it seems your saints are falling:
I can no longer hear them calling.
But one by one,
I feel the people stalling,
Pausing to reflect and beginning to suspect.
You know it's the time when you're itching to move;
when you can't believe what they are telling you.
It's time to break out when you can no longer mend
the self-destructive creature that you can't comprehend:
A society which pleasures in destroying itself
for the price of the pills on the bathroom shelf.
Crying in the mirror at the image of your love
as it throws itself away,
not to see another day.
(Chorus)
And what it means to you, and what it does
Molasses Disaster It was a hot winter day in 1919Molasses Disaster by ~molasses-disaster
They were mixing molasses at the factory
When all of a sudden came a great big noise
The molasses started killing all the girls and boys
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
It traveled down the road at a breakneck pace
And the people in the way got molasses in the face
They got sucked below the goo
With the horses and the cats
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
It killed 21 people on that hot summer day
When the big tank burst and the goo went astray
A hundred fifty people were injured as well
So listen up, people, there's a story to tell
It was the Boston Molasses Disaster
It was the Tragic Molassescapade
It was a hot summer day w
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