There is a place down in the South where a host of demons 
dwell
It's a product of your nightmares - Dante's worst vision 
of hell
They'll torture you with briefings 'til your will to live 
is gone
They'll take five weeks of your short life and flush it 
down the john

It's a harvester of evil
That no one can control
Don't try to fight it
There's nothing you can do
S.O.S. is coming for you

The leadership instruction only Satan could devise
One whiff of this shit and you will want to gouge out 
both your eyes
Scream about it all you want you'll only waste your 
breath
Between this and death by bonga bonga you'll choose death

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