Live From the Russian Compound Lyrics

Cowboy lawman-found a cell
Tore into it-as night fell

Bankers kids are
getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
at home or at the
rubble that's left
when you return

Have an armed guard posted at your flag
Stroll through town with
a gun stuffed in your pants

Bankers kids are
getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
at home or at the
rubble that's left
when you return
Criminal lawman-found a cell
Tore into it-made life hell

Bombs bursting-houses burning
Diplomacy's tyrant treats

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The Locust Lyrics

Plague Soundscapes (2003)

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AOTKPTA Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better Earwax Halo Manufactured for the Champion in All of Us File Under 'Soft Core Seizures' Hairspray Suppository How to Become a Virgin Recyclable Body Fluids in Human Form Who Wants a Dose of the Clap?