Shotgun blast from my pipe is ripping the war-filled air
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With tanks by my side we grind their empty skulls
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In my target I can see tears from their eyes
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Let the bullets caress the holy race
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I spit on the cross...holy holocaust
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I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target
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Taking their lives, Jesus will die
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As I'm pulling the trigger
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Missiles toward the house of god, the house which soon is gone
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The cross above is crushed and your god he wept
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No time for blessings, run for your lives
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And we will hunt you down
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To the cross you are stuck!
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My sight was landscapes filled with crossed holy ones...fire!
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I spit on the cross...holy holocaust
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I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target
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Taking their lives, Jesus will die
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As I'm pulling the trigger
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Holy Target
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Raise Hell |