Bombs Over Providence
Bombs Over Providence - The Grand Preamble (Annie Get Your Gun, Mask, Ductape And Some Matches) lyrics
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I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors; Rousers of the rabble and the instigators Get your war on and curry favour to United States of the state of nature. Rest on clichés weather-beaten, we've arrived having already eaten. Sing aloud, my choir of Heathens: we are not coming home tonight!
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