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War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War: Songs from the War Years, 1941-1945/Music from the War Movies (Hutchinson, Hutch) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · Pod Swiatlo (Grzegorz Turnau) · RMF FM Muzyka Najlepsza Pod Sloncem 2010 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · RMF FM Najlepsza Muzyka Pod Sloncem, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · RMF FM Muzyka Najlepsza Pod Sloncem (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Four P's in a Pod (Precious Paris) · Pod (The Breeders) – and 90 other albums »


you get with this, then please step to this
And if you say yes, sign the P.O.D. checklist
This is a spiritual war, we take no prisoners
Live a life
Born from the fire clean, crawling in the dirt like war
5 years, my mother gave a voice for war. 
10, I was dead, born again with eyes for war
By
intoxicated by the lie

In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost
Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus
For the thrill of your touch I will
the sabotage while the entourage
Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod
Our lyrics blend like camouflage
You be wondering what's happened
This is the new sound, just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound, over new ground

Listen to the facist sing
"Take hope here
War is
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one-inch thoughts
Then
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts
Then
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts
Then
your soul
Slices like a razor
Burns like coal
You can bet you'll forget
When the rock starts to roll
And the last meets the least
By the watering
a time for drying up and dying on sidewalks
Years for beards in the bushes in someone's backyard
Dead dog in the shade
Like an empty old seed pod

Did
your soul
Slices like a razor
Burns like coal
You can bet you'll forget
When the rock starts to roll
And the last meets the least
By the watering
Served by a cruelin' fighting
Five nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War
Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore 
Until finally silently a spirit evoke 
And timeless clansmen rose 
By the sound of the old 
Celtic
just the sounds of pain

It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Relentless War

Killing's in style 
And it's not the main
old ones have seen two wars

When you dream of a laser that sears your soul
Slices like a razor and burns like a coal
You can bet you'll forget, when
has changed its face
Day by day
See the signs all around
The nature strikes back

Fire and ice
Cold and heat
Hunger and war

Like a drop
Wars are raging
Under their command
Like a locust plague
Descends upon the land
Sanguinary breeding bad blood
Silent mortified
Man eating crowd
like you
Who sound so red and turn so blue
The sound of uselessness in summer
The war is over if you want

See the dancer see me reeling
Paint
of past Holy wars
By the wall with broken laws

The leaders of men
Born out of your frustration
The leaders of men
Just a strange infatuation
The leaders
playin' games
That's the advice I suggest

Chorus 2X:
I walk like I'm at war
Talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war
You speek like it ain't war
right. All right. All right! All right!

The song was sung with spirit
But soft and like a choir
But by the time we stopped the song
The enemy had
One by one they all fall down
Torn apart without a sound
I'm not your hero
I fall to pieces

I crumble
There's only one way out and it's not
By the end of the great war, 
the dandy warhols had progressed 
far beyond the traditional jug band sound. 
Zia had all but hung up the washtub
meme war. we are the new pl.
seashel.l trilithium sulfate. amniotic fluid
summoned into existence by martha stewart
farfanoogle krill noodle pluto
and white,
But they sound like a million colors in your mind.

I could tell you to go to war,
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more,
How do I