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You won't stop |
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Now over the top |
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You'll tear your enemies apart |
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Pray for your soul |
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But you do your part |
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This is the big push |
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No one walks away |
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No flesh on bones |
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No blood in veins |
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This is the big push |
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We don't take no prisoners |
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Ein zwei drei vier |
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This is the big push |
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We don't take no shite |
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It was a drunk weasel |
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Feeling a miracle |
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Stubby little fingers pulling triggers |
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Beating back the hordes |
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It was a walking revenge fantasy |
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Seeking out the enemy in the trenches |
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Of its scabby knees |
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Bubble gum bubble gum in a dish |
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How many pieces do you wish |
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Ein zwei drei vier |
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One more and you'll choke my dear |
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I bet they didn't think that something so small |
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Could put an insect in the ink |
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In which they stood for |
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I bet they didn't see it coming |
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It was too fast for their running |
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Now they're stuck in the mud |
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Surrounded by bodies |
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Cinderella ribbon of yella |
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Went upstairs to see her fella |
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Made a mistake and kissed a snake |
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How many soldiers did it take |
