March Of The Crabs - текст песни
March Of The Crabs
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We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. my eyes squinted at the sun,
wondering if they'd swing or run. i tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all
gonna die. tensions rise. pre-p
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Swarm the hill like flies. get the caskets ready, we're going to tear right through
this city. that's if the anger don't, that's if the boredom don't, the drinking
don't intercept this north-end
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E. who am i? fighting a war that i can't win. swelling with things we try to hide.
you never leave anyone behind. a harsh return that slaps you in the face. for one
last chance, we leave this pl
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We're all packing up and moving on. i've got a war in the head. fear our lives won't
pass as great events. a better prospect hides up ahead. do you feel it in the air?
we've been crushed beyond
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Ion. farce and death walk hand in hand. graves and memorial walls hold my family
name. pills and bottles do the same. i hope that freedom's coming our way.
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The fight never happened. the crowd petered out. we all dribbled home. mission
accomplished.
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