| Deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse
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| Where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls
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| The shin of Salidin, a goblet made from Blackbeard’s chin
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| The prick of Christ, Hitler’s ball
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| The body of Reagan lies there enshrined
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| Pulsating as steel and flesh are entwined
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| Peering through the necro-scope, the Spypriest unseen
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| The soul of Reagen is found through it’s dreams
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| Spirit-racked, tormented, undead, and unclean
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| The will of Reagan drives your nation’s latest war-machine
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| Bristling with rocket pods
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| Gatling guns and cannon
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| The latest in technology to slay the foes of Mammon
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| The Reaganator and the U.S.A.
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| We’ll kill anything that gets in our way!
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| We’re greatest country, so you have to die, that’s why!
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| So Ronnie went to Cuba, locked on to ole’Fidel
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| Put a missle through his window, filled up the place he’d left in hell
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| After that he thought he might just take on the whole world
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| And leave a bloody pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled
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| But there was one flaw that was in the design
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| It was so bad that he had to resign
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| The Reaganator used fossil fuel, some people never learn
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| And for this lack of vision your country will fucking burn
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| You see the Reaganator lying flat on his ass?
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| Quite simply he ran out of gas |