Jonathan AKA J Dub - Justice Peaks (Live)

Let me get your bags
Welcome to this station
We're so glad you took all the trouble
To make your way through all this rubble
Just cuz you choose to refuse the views
Of any up-there nation
Let me show you where we keep the ammo
Now if you would please remove your flannel
This is where we go when we want to cuddle
The mystique, the mystique, the mystique of struggle
Cuz every second, minute, hour
Second, minute, hour
Second, minute, hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind of Minotaur to you
Uh ohhh
Every second, minute hour
Second, minute, hour
Second, minute, hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind of Minotaur to you
Uh ohhh
Won't you let me thank you for your contribution
You know your service has been pivotal
Don't you know that, girl
You can always try me again
Try me again, try me again
Like some kind of war criminal
It's the wheel the squeaks that gets the oil
But it's the pig that squeals that hits the soil
So when Justice Peaks from behind her blindfold
Will she seek the mystique, the mystique of struggle
Every second, minute, hour
Second, minute, hour
Second, minute, hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind of Minotaur to you
Uh ohhh
Every second, minute hour
Second, minute, hour
Second, minute, hour
Bet you reckon I must be some kind of Minotaur to you
Uh ohhh

Written by:
Jonathan Weiss

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