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on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no nuke yell we're gonna all go to hell
With the next big meltdown
I
Poor man's anger rising.  
The ostrich hides his head.  
Soon the red blood will be boiling.  
And blue blood will be dead.  
While we say.
the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head
Offspring sent out to cry
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Holes burn deep in your chest
Raked by
suicide

Holes burn deep in your chest
Raked by machine gun fire
Screaming skull sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide

Suicide, suicide, suicide,
me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're
Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see
Tear gas gun fire fire arm fire ball
Pipe bomb hair trigger drive by elephant gun
Night stick body bag loan shark bone yard
Man hunt hit man kid nap
blast
A dead man's gun lays in the grass
Deemphasized by fusillade
Lain upon hematic graves
my head?
"Get me out of town" is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trenchcoat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival,
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace

Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
and the monkeys in the jungle scream

Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on,
the spray of lead
count the bullet holes in your head
offspring sent out to cry
living mandatory suicide
suicide
holes burn deep in your chest
raked by
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace

Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
the corner With my shirt tucked in 
Summer turns to autumn winter turns to spring 
And it all flies by like a speeding train 
 
Dead wishes on a broken
to cry,
Living mandatory suicide.
Suicide. [x 4]

LEAD: HANNEMAN

Holes burn deep in your chest,
Raked by machine gun fire.
Screaming soul sent out
of the yearly cycle by being held at the end of the six month Eskimo night.
Something moved in the dark. A face as tall as a man -- a big, round,evil face
to hell the homeless man who just killed a priest
Double doors slap open and force another episode
Little gamer shot in the chest, enters his health codes
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me
Sometimes I drive so fast
Even I get scared
Some things; they never last
Where's the love we shared?
Is it dead?

I guess I'll never learn
How
chest
Raked by machine gun fire
Screaming soul sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Lying, dying, screaming in pain
Begging, pleading,
man but he's dead and gone

Casey's wife, she got the news
She was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin' up her shoes
Said, "Go away, children
featherweight 
Every day I do the same thang 
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene 

Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz
man but he's dead and gone

Casey's wife, she got the news
She was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin' up her shoes
Said, "Go away, children
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by

Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by

Same league that defends
Be