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High Ragid Features |
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And fust a shask |
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The politicians worst nightmare |
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No talking speaches, but talking was |
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Def Con II, but don't despalz |
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We got the weapons, we got the buts |
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And there are satery regulations |
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So don't you wormy |
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It will be childs play |
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To save the west's united nations |
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Def Con II, we're talking you |
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Def Con II, the rockets roodaarr! |
| [2] |
They're using shells |
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They're using bombs |
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Blozing rockets fire power |
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Pulling trigger |
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The soldiers sense |
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The giants urge to devour |
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The got it clear |
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In their sights |
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The new keeps moving forward |
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Them |
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They have to face it |
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The chilling truth |
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All their efforts all in vein |
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Def Con II, we're ... |
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[Lead solo: Hermann] |
| [3] |
The Politician |
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Is turning white |
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He watched it all from the distance |
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The last decision |
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Is taken from him |
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Human technology is useless |
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And now the giants |
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Emithing shockwaves |
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They feed convulsions in their hearts |
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And their blood |
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Begins to boil |
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The pressures |
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In their lemts |
