those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn,
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slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun.
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huge gold ak-47!
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huge gold ak-47!
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c'mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne.
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tie up your waterfalls and throw them in the trunk!
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in pitch-black basements, starve your summer suns.
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toast another day of domination.
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toast another day of demolition.
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100 million dollar sound systems squeal your name's pouding rhythms.
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huge gold ak-47!
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huge gold ak-47!
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you're alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes...
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we'll take what the fuck we want!
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pluck your landscapes piece by piece.
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we'll take what the fuck we want!
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songs of your youth beat by beat.
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we'll take what the fuck we want!
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wipe the color from your scenery.
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we'll take what the fuck we want!
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suck your seasons indefinitely.
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oh, there's a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay,
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violins dangling from willow branches.
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but the soldiers stripped it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen,
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dressed it in drag and pissed on every inch.
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we march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday candles.
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Huge Gold AK-47
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