The Fight Song/Love Song Remix
Music that began with a pander of thundering drums
Music that inflamed people while feathing on the furver(?)
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Machine gun
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Mountians of human corpses
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!
They found that music could help inside beast like beings
It grouds the desire to kill
Killing, break
Kill
Killing
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
Fuck yeah
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
"Do you love your guns?" Yeah
"god?" Yeah
"The government?"
Fuck yeah
Twelve dollars, seventy eight cents to rock the world