Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb,
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In the city of Molotov,
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In the province of gun,
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In a whole off the highway
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In the land of two suns.
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Sometimes I get pissed
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When
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My blow goes like a quickie in the snow
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But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
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I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
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On the feet of a dragon.
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Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
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The seed of a bastard.
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Some night's the wind pipe's covered in dope.
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I pray it be covered in a rope.
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Me, me, me.
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Grief, grief, grief.
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Beat the heat.
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Grunt fuck.
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Grin fuck.
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Push her in the snow fuck.
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The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.
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Stuck Pig
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