Those decadent war swans, with
faces half drawn, slinging blood
soaked carols at the slave ship sun.
Huge Gold AK-47! Huge Gold AK-47!
Cmon, its 4 am, kick down the gate
and spray your ammo like
champagne.
Tie up your waterfalls and throw
them in the trunk!
In pitch-black basements, starve
your summer suns.
Toast another day of domination.
Toast another day of demolition.
100 million dollar sound systems
squeal your names pounding
rhythms.
Huge Gold AK-47! Huge Gold AK-47!
Youre alone, handcuffed to a
picked-clean bone, and your skull
echoes...
Well take what the fuck we want!
Pluck your landscapes piece by piece
Well take what the fuck we want!
Songs of your youth beat by beat.
Well take what the fuck we want!
Wipe the color from your scenery.
Well take what the fuck we want!
Suck your seasons indefinitely.
Oh, theres a field inside your face
with breezes sweet as chardonnay,
violins dangling from willow
branches.
But the soldiers stripped it from
your skin, cracked its ribs in the
kitchen, dressed it in drag and
pissed on every inch.
We march like insects built of wood
and wires blowing out cities like
birthday candles.
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