don't get comfortable
they're going to line us up and
use us all for target practise
to
get their eye in and as we're dying
they'll tie us to a barbecue and
skewer us into kebabs.
Eyes
in the mortuary and on the slabs
keeping tabs on dead men and
their valuables
for it's waste not want not
he wants what we've got
and they've got the
time on their side
and they make omissions
set up commissions
give out concessions but
cede ****** all.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
don't get comfortable
they're going to line us up and
use us all for target practise
to
get their eye in and as we're dying
they'll tie us to a barbecue and
skewer us into kebabs.
Eyes
in the mortuary and on the slabs
keeping tabs on dead men and
their valuables
for it's waste not want not
he wants what we've got
and they've got the
time on their side
and they make omissions
set up commissions
give out concessions but
cede ****** all.
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