| Now that the virgin bitch
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| Breastfeads death
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| And the winds smell strong
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| Of the dragons breath
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| And all the stars fall down
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| Like fuckin' rain of fire
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| There will be souls for sale
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| But only one damned buyer
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| Hey, is this the planet of apes?
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| Endless chewing on sour grapes
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| Or the age of eclipse?
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| The coming of the Apocalypse?
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| Drugs and pills
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| There’s no oil in Vucovar
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| When a one night stand kill’s
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| No matter who you are
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| When the Earth cries loud
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| But not a damn thing is heard
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| And a pussy is an asset
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| In this fuckin' world
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| When the blood runs down
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| Mother Nature’s thighs
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| And the TV-preacher is caught
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| While jerking off before Christ
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| And an audience pay’s
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| Just to fuckin' gloat
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| How the bitch is cut wide open
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| From her cunt to her throat
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| Hey, is this the planet of apes?
|
| Endless chewing on sour grapes
|
| Or the age of eclipse?
|
| The coming of the Apocalypse?
|
| Hey, is this the planet of apes?
|
| Endless chewing on sour grapes
|
| Or the age of eclipse?
|
| The coming of the Apocalypse? |