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Influences
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Fortnight in Iraq The 'spazz goes abroad with this military blast of noise. Rock the fuck out! Its got some new lyrics in it now, in the ultra ripper fast bit. They sound posy, I'll have them up here when I can prise them out of Le Farley's brain.
A friend joined the last sect of fools Followed stupid calls, Followed stupid rules Magazine put into child's hands Hired to kill the different man Strung up effigy of your god Broken flesh hits the broken sod Burnt out bodies And burnt out, fucked up minds
One bullet left to fall to the ground
Macabre sights of hate and malice Family thoughts leave way to killer instinct Fruits in suits controlled his fate Reaper comes at a closer gate Last sight seen is no common dream Ditch fed with women and child No more heroes, no more saviours No more heroes, no more saviours
One bullet left to fall to the ground
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