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| EXPERIMENT: NAPALM MOSH I/II Project: STEEL SLAB |
| I love the smell of napalm in the morning... Flying low and feeling mean See the cong by down the stream Drop my load and watch 'em scream 'Cuz napalm sticks to kids See the huts down on the coast Forty children at the most Napalm burns them black as toast 'Cuz napalm sticks to kids Gonna paint your life, all pretty little dreams Except noone told you that nothing's what it seems You play around in your sandbox full of shit Never takin' a chance to jump into the pit! You fly around with your head up in the clouds Can't see nothin' below you when you're feet don't touch the ground You don't need reality, life is just a dream Guess I should've told you that this is what it means: Its a free-for-all! Television babies fed All in pictures, color red "Can't you see what this has done to me? A helpless vitim of society." |
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