| That’s my place i found it
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| This is my life i love it
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| Finally we are all together
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| Finally we do feel much better
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| My brothers will stick around me
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| We’ll live united and see
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| The world finally dead
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| «the master has lost his pet»
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| (we are) really delighted (we) provoked the disaster
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| We look satisfied at the ruins of the master 'cause
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| We do hate gods!
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| We never liked creatures we never liked Crowley
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| We hated men’s guts they are fuckin' betrayers
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| (then) we claimed: stake!
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| The bastards predicted our rout
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| That was the wish of their gods
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| Our power refused their slaves
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| We just lived by the graves
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| Religions called us demons
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| Because we looked for freedom
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| We hated the saints and their lies
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| We made the virgin cry
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| (we are) really delighted (we) provoked the disaster
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| We look satisfied at the ruins of the master 'cause
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| We do hate gods!
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| We never liked creatures we never liked Crowley
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| We hated men’s guts they are fuckin' betrayers
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| (then) we claimed: stake!
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| (we are) really delighted (we) provoked the disaster
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| We look satisfied at the ruins of the master 'cause
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| We do hate gods!
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| We never liked creatures we never liked Crowley
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| We hated men’s guts they are fuckin' betrayers
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| (then) we claimed: stake!
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| Desert!
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| The army always pretended to take
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| The men to subject to their rule
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| The law and the policy always denied freedom
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| You’ve got no choice
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| You cannot refuse you cannot escape
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| 'cause jail knocks at your door
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| They won’t wait a minute handcuffs are ready
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| And a cell is waiting for you
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| Don’t serve the army — bastards
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| They’ll lose the war — we don’t care
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| Don’t love your country — it kills you
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| Try to survive — desert!
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| Tha national hymn has been badly composed
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| For the crowd of the idiots and turds
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| It sounds disgusting it makes me feel
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| Ashamed to be born in this land
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| But if i think outside it’s the same
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| I’m also ashamed to be a man
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| Slave of my country slave of the world
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| I’d better cut off my balls
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| Don’t serve the army — bastards
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| They’ll lose the war — we don’t care
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| Don’t love your country — it kills you
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| Try to survive — desert! |