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gone by,
We'll keep the red flags flying high,
Your gonna see us all from far and wide,
Your gonna hear the masses sing with pride.

United, Man
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
 I'm runnin' in the rain
 Gonna run till my feet are raw

 Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
 And I'm
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas 

Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar 

without the automatic chemical release 

emergency vomit
got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier
got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier
stacked ten by ten
Bb                         G          
For the wife the folks the kids
F          Dm        G7
All of the kin and a friend  listen
As was their comands
The second unification of the angel Seven
Three human souls, merged,
As in heaven

The lion's roar was heard by all
The magic
time

'Cause all I want, a second or two
And all we got are seconds to lose
And all I am is tempted by you

Ten times more than the sweetest sound
responsibility and boundaries of those who are priviledged,
To be a part of all of these twenty-seven amendments,
Of the Constitution of the United States
the last days and times are surely here 

Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones 

Divine minds bind, we unified as one 

Half of black
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
are

Seven seconds
Seven seconds
That is all the time you got to make your point
My attention, my attention's like an infant tryin' to crawl around this
a strange celebration
All our eyes are burned by heaven and earth
It's such a strange celebration

And they know who we are
The seven angels sing
stacked ten by ten
Bb                         G          
For the wife the folks the kids
F          Dm        G7
All of the kin and a friend  listen
stacked ten by ten
Bb                         G          
For the wife the folks the kids
F          Dm        G7
All of the kin and a friend  listen
Get dressed at seven
Be up by nine 
I'm up all night
These friends of mine

The needle drops
The stereo gives
Its never too late to learn how
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by
stacked ten by ten
Bb                         G          
For the wife the folks the kids
F          Dm        G7
All of the kin and a friend  listen
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'

People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
are ragged, no (G7)shoes on my feet "
Said the little paper boy, there on the (C)street

Early next mornin' as the (G7)crowd passed by
The little