Small Arms Dealer
Small Arms Dealer - Fake Beard Real Moustache lyrics
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There's nothing inside besides what we let in As we dance on the edge of the armageddon We can run, we can hide, we can try to survive Or roll back our eyes and die with a smile I guess you get to say I told you so But I don't believe what you believe so what happens to me? Spit it out or shut your mouth, right now