apocalypse

you decided yesterday to send your kiss on the enola gay but i know about your secret plans to bumrush me with uranium hands. the sweetest, coldest kiss comes from your apacolypse. i don't deserve your belligerence i don't deserve your apocalypse my nagasaki soil has felt your napalm breath and you my friend are the end. the most explosive kiss comes from your apocalypse. it seems to me that you were mislead i'm not your enemy i'm your friend you shouldn't use your war-like tongue to try and capture me, i give up the most generous kiss comes from your apocalypse

mein fuhrer

Insurance rackett; bang, bang, bang i got the phone cause it just rang i said you bastard you stupid cocksucker why'd you fuck them hey i am your lover i deserve a little respect and i heard the phone go click. My life as a vagrant my belly was "so vacant" swish, swish, swish i wish i wore a cap to hold together your reigns. Mein fuhrer; you leave me no longer breed in me your violence a slap in my face no i'm not angry, i couldn't be angry? snap, snap, snap. Snap, snap, snap three lights went on snap, snap, snap three lights went on.

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normandy calling

when you were concentrating Auchtwitz i was leading North Korea when you were raping Anastasia i was crucifying Jesus i walked down the street to Normandy to clear my head and to bury the dead you will Rome and i will Anglo-Saxon i will kick your ass in a Peagan fashion i walked down the street to Normandy to clear my head and to bury the dead.

when you were Blitzkrieg and i was London crash, bang, boom, but you were stubborn Trail of Tears i'm dying young i'm JFK in the Dallas sun i walked down the street to Normandy to clear my head and to bury the dead. there is no Magna Carta no Hammurabi Code in your Battle of Hastings you didn't know who you were wasting