Stomping lines in international sand
Feeding blood drinking habits of the Elephant Man
Quench his thirst, when black water rises
He takes you around toward the burning horizon
Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride
We're rollin' round irate, someone has got to die
Trick or Treat, in dying need
So roll the dice as we leave
Cause it's 8 miles of pure luck with warm bags of
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Privatize to conceal all the lies
Big Business is booming, like its the fourth of July
No need for all the formalities, Jump the kangaroo corpse
And flank beneath the trees
Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride
Running red lights in a green zone
Someone has got to die
(Pity me?) there's nothing here to see
So throw the dice for me please, and let's
Store the pint of blood to cash in to refund
Feeding blood drinking habits of the Elephant Man
Quench his thirst, when black water rises
He takes you around toward the burning horizon
Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride
We're rollin' round irate, someone has got to die
Trick or Treat, in dying need
So roll the dice as we leave
Cause it's 8 miles of pure luck with warm bags of
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Privatize to conceal all the lies
Big Business is booming, like its the fourth of July
No need for all the formalities, Jump the kangaroo corpse
And flank beneath the trees
Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride
Running red lights in a green zone
Someone has got to die
(Pity me?) there's nothing here to see
So throw the dice for me please, and let's
Store the pint of blood to cash in to refund
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