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So much for banning the bomb |
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The president's wife is carrying a hand gun |
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If you want blood sports for fun now |
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They call me 'the hunter' - better run now |
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You hear a 'crack' in the distance baby |
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Your phoney mating calls' resistance maybe |
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Don't smile - we're gonna get you |
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We'll have your rifle off you too |
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Gimme a kiss |
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And hold a candle to this! |
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Foxy lady dressed to kill |
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You say you won't but you will |
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What's on your face and your breath mama? |
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You wear your glory or death mama |
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But liberation's on the way |
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Every dog's gonna have it's day |
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Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell |
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Farmer in the dell |
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Oh please i insist |
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Hold a candle to this! |
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Bring on the ecstasy! |
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And the bliss |
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Bring on my wedding day |
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And everybody's birthday |
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Blow up the abbatoir! |
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Detonate! |
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We're going home |
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Where the buffalo roam! |
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There's a new generation |
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From osaka, siam and saigon |
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The sailors mixed it on the shore |
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They were making love and making war |
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Well here's a present for the navy |
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Same meat -different gravy |
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Those chicks will find you - that's for sure 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - tell the people what she wore! (you're american miss) |
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Hold a candle to this! |
