the chopped up corpses lay in batches
down on the basement floor
we’ll be expanding the war soon
but there’s still room for more
there’s plenty of room for more
down on the basement floor
the storms out there on the horizon
why they never looked so good
and I’ll be here a long long time
just like you know I should
god in heaven knows I love you all
and you all know it too
let’s buckle up for the hard hard times
we’re gonna have to go through
this house made you a promise
it made it long ago
all men are created free
we’ll keep it, one day, you know
so give me your sons and your daughters too
give me the blacks, the whites, the jews
give me their blood and give me their balls
and I’ll give you some medals for your walls
the chopped up corpses lay in batches
down on the basement floor
we’ll be expanding the war soon
but there’s still room for more
there’s plenty of room for more
down on the basement floor
pepe nero
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