Deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse Where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls The shin of Salidin, a goblet made from Blackbeard's chin The prick of Christ, Hitler's ball
The body of Reagan lies there enshrined Pulsating as steel and flesh are entwined Peering through the necro-scope, the Spypriest unseen The soul of Reagen is found through it's dreams Spirit-racked, tormented, undead, and unclean The will of Reagan drives your nation's latest war-machine
Bristling with rocket pods Gatling guns and cannon The latest in technology to slay the foes of Mammon The Reaganator and the U.S.A.! We'll kill anything that gets in our way! We're greatest country, so you have to die, that's why!
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So Ronnie went to Cuba, locked on to ole' Fidel Put a missle through his window, filled up the place he'd left in hell After that he thought he might just take on the whole world And leave a bloody pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled
But there was one flaw that was in the design It was so bad that he had to resign The Reaganator used fossil fuel, some people never learn And for this lack of vision your country will fucking burn You see the Reaganator lying flat on his ass? Quite simply he ran out of gasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
