Corpse
Rabid corpses in search of meat
While our leaders beg for change and our solders work the streets
Pretty, pretty starvation sculpted and surgically enhanced
Put the chemicals down im in no mood to be romanced
Getting tipsy we drink the finest of bleach
Fate is a lie and desitiny's out of reach
So ride a pale horse and kick off your shoes
Because life s a Haulocaust and you're all Jews
While our leaders beg for change and our solders work the streets
Pretty, pretty starvation sculpted and surgically enhanced
Put the chemicals down im in no mood to be romanced
Getting tipsy we drink the finest of bleach
Fate is a lie and desitiny's out of reach
So ride a pale horse and kick off your shoes
Because life s a Haulocaust and you're all Jews
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