Pox Blankets
Martin Luger
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Hate your fucking state, American fucking get out way To bleed the land and cull the strange and leave the place a fuckin' waste Assigned to evil, here's your motherfucking cubicle That's a native village burnt, I'll need a few of those This land of freedom got a lot of fucking bills to pay I'll need some bread and seashells and a crop or two of stocky slaves The seed of Eve inherits these the tools of mastery I'll give you yours when you Deliver Rome or Palestine Yeah forget Dallas here begins a dynasty We conquer seizing planets; plant our flags in bods of enemies To walk the earth like Cain, it ain't no punishment Ask widows around the world just how much fun it's been Earth's getting hotter; she thinks she can collect her vig? Go tell that cracked out bitch she knows not who she's fuckin' with I'm son of Adam, bed of wheat and smoking gun in hand I master cows and trees and seas and suns and fellow man This shit is mine I work it like a diamond mine You want a piece? Well you can fuckin' get in line Bus leaves at 3; your attendance, compulsory A better life awaits your sorry ass in Germany Enjoy it while it lasts we're moving pretty fast Ain't had the brakes checked in a minute but we're full of gas
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