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The Nang, The Front, The Bush And The Shit

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(Pass me the tiger piss) I tunnel rat into the hidden habits of collage dog inferno No turning paths back(charlie attack!) The half man have orders to burn the village And come out with both hands intact I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained Now I catcall with dead walkers I'll send a postcard form Da Nang If I can get onto the roof in time to hang From the leg of this last chopper Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row Of rotating blood colors on brick textures And others modified climates make nasty tongue plunge (head shots) With opposite of chameleon blends from cartoon dreadnoughts There was this parasite inside my wide intestinal tract That took over my bark box before I had a chance to take my life back And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?) At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head in advertising He said: "Sure, others have passed, this is a gate to definition But thats not the singular attraction to the setup Not the action or the sacrifice of past draftees Actually more of a layaway ducats plan For the young get up and go out motivators See the new soldiers smolder different From that antiquated taste of stately hatred" Well I came from melting options on the D train to the lobby See academics played second in my life To unmatriculated brain hobbies And I admire the dedication to you ranks Plus want the training Loss is not a big problem it's all about what I'd be gaining "Well you'll get power, respect, an audience, a check, a car, Money for School, honey with uniform fetish on your tool You'll travel, form bonds, be a part of something Have a structure, catch bullets..." (catch bullets?) "...I meant cash bonus See this gold plaque, you could own it After killing half a million It's such a good feeling To earn your country's respect and love So what do you say son, are you my man?" Fuck it, sign me up Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained Now I cat call with dead walkers I'll send a postcard form the Nang If I can get onto the roof in time to hang From the leg of this last chopper Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder What a marvelous martyr maker


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