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Those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn Slinging blood soaked carols at the slaveship sun Huge gold AK-47 Huge (huge) gold (gold) AK-47 C'mon, it's 4 AM, kick down the gate And spray, spray your ammo like champagne Tie up your waterfalls, throw them in the trunk In pitch-black basements, starve your summer suns Toast another day of domination Toast another day of demolition A million dollar sound systems squeal, yeah Squeal your name's pouding rhythms Huge gold AK-47 Huge (huge) gold (gold) AK-47 You're alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone And your skull echoes... We'll take what the fuck we want! Pluck your landscapes piece by piece We'll take what the fuck we want! Songs of your youth, beat by beat We'll take what the fuck we want! Wipe the color from your scenery We'll take what the fuck we want! Suck your seasons indefinitely
Oh, there's a field inside your face With breezes as sweet as chardonnay Violins dangling From willow branches But the soldiers stripped it from your skin Cracked its ribs, cracked its ribs in the kitchen Dressed it in drag, dressed it in drag and Pissed on every inch A huge gold AK-47, baby A huge gold AK-47, baby A huge gold AK-47, baby A huge gold AK-47, baby We march like insects Built of wood and wires Blowing out cities Like birthday candles
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