Paroles Flamethrower de Attica! Attica!

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Wash the dried blood from these stringsSo I can close this one pristineOhh, now let me summarize the themeOn the platform a guitar case hiding old rhymesA pillow for one more assassin killing timeBut wanting more than bouncing back and forth on jersey transit linesHe strums a chord so that the bored commuter throng..Can hear his songOhh, these bastards drove the world to dystopian hellAnd we're just waiting for the next trainThe newsstands never offer the obvious newsThat our carnage is coming back our waySo I will fill up each lung with napalm and nitrogenbecause I'm ready to march up to the battlefields todayAnd my tongue will be the flameThat torches their campaignOh yes, it will be one great afternoonHell yes, it will be one great afternoonWhen my words can pacify a whole platoonWe've all gone insaneRiding on this runaway trainHurtling us towards a dark, dark ageWhere war and famine ragewithout end until we all are goneThe smell of fresh-cut lawnsMixing with fear that's where denial breedsBecause the suffering isn't out on their own streetThat's where I - freak out!I'm right in their faces and I - scream out!We cannot sustain this, our future is on the lineAnd we must fight to surviveAnd I'll shout this as I rideLike revere on the masspikeAnd I'll find out what my voice can do

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