Made flesh again
Voraciously pushed and shoved
Made flesh again
The utterly nothing role of a whore
Makes her perfectly suitable
Like cholera she'll »
Made Flesh Again
Cult
by Medeia
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and the cholera flies
And the students at the university
Asleep at night quite peacefully
The soldiers came and shot them in their beds
And terror took the dorm »
Song of Bangladesh
Diamonds
by Joan Baez
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Check it, listen to it, it's a shocking
Vibes glory, laugh woo deh deh woo
Yes, yuh hear mi, check dis.
[Chorus]
Well d.j. a ketch cholera, cholera »
His-Story
Maestro [Reissue]
by Beenie Man
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abruptly tumble down
Well is it plague, or is it cholera
Or because Macky's in town?
And the child bride, in her nighty
Whose assailant's still »
Mack the Knife
September Songs: The Music of Kurt Weill
by Nick Cave
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Was it Macky, with his switchblade,
Or was plague or cholera the curse?
Well, the moon shines in the gutter,
And a rich man's stomach floats, »
Moon Over Soho
Two Penny Opera
by Tiger Lillies
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and them hens won't lay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay
The hogs took the cholera and they've all done died
The bees got mad and they »
Everything's Okay
Hank Williams as Luke the Drifter [10"]
by Hank Williams
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Gravity will retrace every step
One cholera outbreak, the blinds are pulled
The shades are drawn here once again
To drop Murexia in lakes
Too much so drop »
Drago or the Dragons
Captiva
by Falling Up
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and them hens won't lay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay
The hogs took the cholera and they've all done died
The bees got mad and they »
Everything's Okay
Luke the Drifter, Jr.
by Hank Williams, Jr.
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visage est buriné
Marqué par le choléra
Plus tes amis sont décimés
Plus l'avenir semble bouché
Tu n'es rien qu'un enfant des rues
Comme il why en a un peu »
Piranha
Dragon Libre
by Molodoi
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Instant depletion of body fluids
Electrolyte balance precarious
Secretion of intestinal polypeptide
Dilation of blood vessels
Asiatic cholera »
Cryptosporidium
Exploiting Dysfunction
by Cephalic Carnage
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On the second day he said: Let's have a gas
Hydrogen and cholera and pest
Let's make some germs, we'll poison the worms
Man will never be suppressed
And he »
Eighth Day
Breaking Glass
by Hazel O'Connor
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of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years left »
Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)
Eardrum
by Talib Kweli
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in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit »
Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)
Eardrum [Clean]
by Talib Kweli
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