Track Marxist Lyrics
We greased our pockets with oil
Then lined those pockets with black crosses of ash
No ad space left on our foreheads
Only barcodes and ink rash
Burn, baby, burn
Get out the kinks
Burn, baby, burn
Bring out the gimp
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Teflon president left unscathed
War machine plows
Set your waco ablaze