When I roll up teen wolfing on an ambulance top If it's completely armor plated I will shoot it in the BALL. See em, shoot em, skin em, wear em, mount em on a wall Triangular might mangle you weapon to rapīaby, baby blue ammo turns red when it claps Today is the day we all call ourselves freeĪnd we throw all our weapons, into the sludge Kings and Queens of Wasteland we still areĪfter so many fights, the ground all in blood
I'm not even sure if it's OK to eat, but still it feels like We've seen enough comrades go dead in the night Guns loaded, blind hatred, no eyes that are kindĪnd already forgotten the reasons to fightįrom the day we were born was bloodshed forever It's not fair, it's not right, there's no reason to fight
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