1. |
We Bring Black Death
02:42
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Wages of fear
Are nothing compared
To cancer carried cargo
From fireside to cooler
Blackbirds sing their songs of
Of surrendered labor, of surrendered labor
(repeat)
I've seen your evil intentions
And I am a slave
Now this strange fruit
How it grows from it's
Dirty fucking roots
It's endless, endless, endless, etc.
This is fucking endless
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2. |
Kip
02:17
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Kip the Almighty
Will fall to his knees tonight
And he will beg
Nothing to show
Nothing to hide
He will laugh until he cries
He will strut around town tonight
To watch his house burn down to the ground
Someone's going to die tonight
Someone's gonna die tonight
We are here
'Til you die
Hold my hand
Watch her cry
We are here
'Til you die
Hold my hand
Watch her cry
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3. |
Oppenheimer Blues
01:04
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Get the fucking diamonds
Miners are martyrs dying for your fucking sins
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4. |
The Butcher
01:46
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This is our crusade for destruction
He's the one that needs the guns
Yeah Ned Ludd's the one that needs the guns
Yeah 'cause this is war
This is war
This is war
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5. |
Slug
01:48
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I've spent countless winters
Watching sun dried juveniles explode
In front of starved but throwed fishermen
In front of starved but throwed fishermen
Dragging sagging noses behind them
Oozing mother's homemade jelly on the fucking floor
Oozing mother's homemade jelly on the fucking floor
Oozing it on the fucking floor
Without the slightest attempt to
Join us
Join us
Join us
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6. |
Mark Twain, The Last Man
05:35
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God the all-terrible
Thou who ordainest
Thunder thy clarion
And lightning thy sword!
I come from the throne
Bearing a message from almighty god
O lord our god
Help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our fucking shells
And help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead;
Help us to drown the thunder of our guns with the sounds of their wounded, writhing in pain
Help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief;
Lord blast their lives
And bitter their hopes
Protract and protract and protract, their bitter pilgrimage
And water their way
With their tears
And stain the snow stain the snow stain the snow with the blood of their wounded feet
Amen
Amen
George Bush
War Hero
George Bush
War Hero
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