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Deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse |
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Where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls |
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The shin of Salidin, a goblet made from Blackbeard's chin |
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The prick of Christ, Hitler's ball |
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The body of Reagan lies there enshrined |
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Pulsating as steel and flesh are entwined |
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Peering through the necro-scope, the Spypriest unseen |
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The soul of Reagen is found through it's dreams |
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Spirit-racked, tormented, undead, and unclean |
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The will of Reagan drives your nation's latest war-machine |
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Bristling with rocket pods |
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Gatling guns and cannon |
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The latest in technology to slay the foes of Mammon |
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The Reaganator and the U.S.A.! |
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We'll kill anything that gets in our way! |
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We're greatest country, so you have to die, that's why! |
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[unintelligable] |
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So Ronnie went to Cuba, locked on to ole' Fidel |
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Put a missle through his window, filled up the place he'd left in hell |
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After that he thought he might just take on the whole world |
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And leave a bloody pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled |
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But there was one flaw that was in the design |
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It was so bad that he had to resign |
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The Reaganator used fossil fuel, some people never learn |
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And for this lack of vision your country will fucking burn |
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You see the Reaganator lying flat on his ass? |
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Quite simply he ran out of gas |
