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the march of the breeders descends upon manhattan!

this HOLY rodeo!
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And they're lining Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and And they're lining Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire Their bullets their bullets Their bullets their bullets Their bullets their bullets Their bullets their bullets They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire And they're lining (What?) I marched with the Breeders upon Manhattan I marched with their leaders and ate their rations I marched with the Breeders upon Manhattan I torched every building that I could manage (They've got us surrounded) I bleed like a winner and taken no prisoners I plant car bombs on the police commissioner Increasingly familiar with blunt force trauma I juke the Mavic three's in my balaclava The solider points his gun right in his own direction And they're lining Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire Ricochet Ricochet Ricochet Ricochet Bullets their bullets their bullets They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire their bullets Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet And they're lining (Fuck!) I marched with the Breeders upon Long Island Every sovereign land that we've won through violence Keep my quiverfull and seek new mothers Khat and amphetamines erase my brothers Happy is the man with no sword in his back and Humble is the man with no arrows in his back and Blessed are the men with no swords in their back and Cursed is the man who's starting to crack and The soldier points his gun right in his own direction B'CAW! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! The solider points his own gun right in his own direction The solider points his own gun right in his own direction And they're lining Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and Up on the corner and up on the corner and They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire They fire they fire Their bullets their bullets Their bullets their bullets Their bullets their bullets Their bullets their bullets They fire they fire Their bullets their bullets They fire they fire/Their bullets their bullets They fire they fire/Their bullets their bullets They fire their Bullets at me They fire their Bullets at me Up on the corner and up on the corner and They fire they fire/Their bullets their bullets Ricochet ricochet/Quiverfull quiverfull They fire their bullets at me And they're lining...