They gave grenades out packed with cyanide High octane hatred they’re ready to fly Lies within lies keeps cunts in power There’s something fucked up with Human Nature. They said…
Povera piccola bambola di carne nella corsa e` caduta ed in pezzi e` finita
I don’t fear death I’m addicted to war Afraid of not being immortal Slave to a hunger, it can not be filled When God failed we made up superheroes They said…
[i] work for the devil and I wear his yoke, Carry out my masters bidding to the bloody note When I get rich I’ll sleaze every fucking share And pathe the road with broken souls to no-where …Bon voyage!
If you can’t beat them, ban them – You gotta learn to fight dirty If you can’t beat them, burn them – You gotta learn to fight dirty If you can’t beat it, steal it – You gotta learn to fight dirty If you can’t beat them, kill them – You gotta learn to fight dirty
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