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Like a cowboy on a saddle
Lime is murder, well lime was born
Points of variety storm, lightning to function the form
Far from the normal, funnel like cattle or more like the catalyst
Carving the mix of battles, limit cowboy on the saddle
He don't know a missile from a gavel
On the left, on the left, left, right
Left, on the left, on the left, left
Right, left, on the left, on the left, left
Right, left, on the left, left, right
Left, left, on the left, left, left
Left, left, on the left, left
I read the news today, oh boy, it's that side of a midnight ploy
Fix the power list, the power my hours are motionless
With no breath, just a scream that holds the sky
Under the hot tech dry pie, a lion's a lion's a god
An uncle with the car door of war, who's looking for
Ice and knob, pizza, ice and knob
Stiffen through the eyes, put the beans up or knees
Feet down with feet, they're diseased
In a locked ahead, the crossbees, the flag is a rag
It's a crowd out loud, outside a faceless crowd
A camera in trousers, look at that breath
What's there?
What's there in the march of death?
Oh, come on!
Roar.
Get up!
Left, left, left, left, left
Left, left, left, left
Right, left, left, left
On the left, on the left, left.
Right, left, on the left
imperfect, I read the news today
Left, right, left, on the left
Left, left, left, right
What a love, what a love, what a love, what a love
River call is a silent terror from a war
Reflexes Texas twisted tongue
Four lined up to kill the desert slums
For all that bore beneath the desert sun
Now we speak flame, flip this game
All the targets are taking aim
Our targets are taking aim
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
We're the targets attacking in
