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Armpits of Immortals - NanowaR of Steel (Ft. Ross The Boss)
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Armpits of Immortals - NanowaR of Steel (Ft. Ross The Boss)
Hey, hey, hey
Armpits!
Hey, hey, hey
Armpits!
Hey, hey, hey
Armpits!
Hey, hey, hey
Armpits!

We reach our promised land, where the grass is brown and the girls are questionable
With twelve inside an old Volkswagen van
We march under the rain, our boots are filled with feet and pain
Ingrown toenails are our daily bread

Kind people throwing up, in blooms of piss and mud
This is the homeland for us all
Mosh at the festival, knees in the genitals
Unite our scents to fill the hall

Armpits of immortals
Standing victorious
Raise your hands up in the sky
Our smell will never die

Armpits of immortals
Standing victorious
Raise your hands up in the sky
Our smell will never die
Never die
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