Lyrics:
Bellower bellowed who would believe we got pot It's a sign of the times like a cliche, written nonstop Full metal jackets get sprung, tanks that
of death I call Thee O night-bellower Come unto my sacrifices and take your fill of love Fecundated locus feed my dreams From paradise of funeral grounds
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