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30 ought, buck shot,
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12 gauge, is sure shot,
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American guns, American guns
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30 ought, buck shot,
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12 gauge, is sure shot,
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American guns, American guns
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[Tim]
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Well, drop more than two million tons,
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Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs,
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Jungles of Laos, knew all along,
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That the American war had finally come,
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America, Land of the free,
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They're all minions of democracy,
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Debauchery, Luxury,
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Bacchanalia's alright to me
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[Rob]
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Nah, I wont listen because I've only been lied to,
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I got a few common enemies and still I despise you,
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It's a, Cold mission, they pull up beside you,
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In your own territory, it's leaves something inside you,
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A wise man once told me, people are strange,
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I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days
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Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I'll stay at the range,
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38 to the 40 cal A to the K
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[Chorus]
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American Guns
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| The Transplants |
