Rebel Funeral March By USER From Hegemonic

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This War Machine Cannot Be Seen By Your Or Me

Deep Inside Your Mother's Womb A Fire Burns.



Got To Get Me In To War….

There Were Delays

And Indecision

And Into The Mountains

They Ran In Droves

Got To Get



Deep Inside Your Fathers Wound A Creature Sirs

Can You Feel His Glassy Eye Of Doom As He Feeds You Lies?

I'm Going Down Town, Downtown, Have A Real Good Time

Going To The Brickyard, And The Cobalt, We'll Have A Real Good Time



Got To Get Me Into War

There Were Delays

And Indecision

And Into The Mountain

They Ran In Droves

Got To Get



You're Not The One

You're Not The One

You're Not The One

You're Not The One

You're Not My Maryann

You're Not My Wonderland

I'm Just No Superstar

You're Not My Wonderland



She Arrived In A Silver Car

He Was Armed To The Teeth Yet He Knew He Was Beat

As He Lookup Down Into Her Eyes

With A Hole In His Ass As He Laid In The Grass

And She Laughed As She Watched Him Cry, Die, Lie…..