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I had to let go of the python
Because I'm heading off to war
So now I need to find the kind kind of mammal
Who knows what a killer's for
What's a killer for
What's a killer for
What's a killer

Five days a week I get nervous
The other two days I get scared
But I'm ready to fight the fucking fight of my life
With the microphone, the kick, and the snare

Like this
And like that
So don't miss
Or you'll be laid out flat

So when I come back sixteen months later
Will the mice still be cleaning the cage
Or will they be lumps in the gut of the snake
Who kills without hatred or rage

So don't you blink twice or you'll miss it
Your two minute break's almost done
Now it's back to the grind
Recoil, rewind
And strike at the bastards who won
Like this
And like that
So don't miss
Or you'll be laid out f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-flat!

(One two three four!)

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