Meatwagon come, borne on the rays of the morning sun
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Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
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A silver express through the valley of death
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A cruise over land, to turn the fertile soil to sand
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Ten million bodies, maybe more
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From every wound a stream of blood doth pour
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We must find a way to stop the flood
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Dam the river of blood!
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I.C.B.M.
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| Amebix |
