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Off Season
03:19
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Off Season
lyrics by Todd Parker
We're hunting humans in the wilderness of Maine
Two hunts in three nights have failed
But still we eat - tonight we will feast
On a bounty of human entrails
Suit up for battle and head out through the woods
We'll strike like a hammer in the dark
We fight with knives, while they fight with guns
But the forest is our ally in the hunt
They call us savages
They call us cannibals
We call them breakfast, lunch and dinner
They call us savages
They call us cannibals
Their fear will only make their flesh more tender
They call us savages
They call us cannibals
We call them ready to devour
They call us cannibals
They call us savages
They grow more ripe by the hour
They call us savages
They call us cannibals
We call them ready to devour
They call us cannibals
They call us savages
So... we'll...
String up our feast, by her feet, from a tree
Put a slit in her throat, let the mother fucker bleed
Rip out her heart and eat her vital organs raw
Put her carcass on a spit, cook the body till it's charred
Children watch with envy as they douse themselves in blood
Preparing for the day when they will take over the hunt
When suddenly, our prey makes an effort for escape
Pointing towards the children, and firing away
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Hans Gruber
01:02
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Hans Gruber
(lyrics by Todd Parker)
From a high rise in downtown LA
Sinister terrorist threats are made
To cover the tracks of a criminal's plot
The crime of the century, if it's pulled off
From out of the dark, the savior of the day
Waiting in the wings in John McClane
Not asking for fortune or asking for fame
Just doing what he has to to make it through the day
Woah-oh
Hans Gruber
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Arm The Proletariat
04:20
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ARM THE PROLETARIAT
(lyrics by Todd Parker)
Rising up
We'll take this war into the streets
We're second class
With sweaty brows and scraps to eat
We'll take what's ours
Take back the blood we had to bleed
We can rebuild
So let cities crumble to our feet
And on the cross
We'll hang the bloated bourgeois
Because all is lost
Today we'll bring them to their knees
We may be weak
But our numbers bring about our strength
And they can't ignore
The impending class war
Arm the proletariat
And fuck the world
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