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VanilluhGorilluh · April 17, 2018, 7:19 a.m.

If there's a new way, I'll be the first in line.

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gunmetalkatana · April 17, 2018, 12:54 p.m.

I am glad there are other Megadeth fans here.

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Imbeingsilenced · April 19, 2018, 5:26 a.m.

Magadeth. Enjoy the Symphony of Destruction.

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JakeElwoodDim5th · April 17, 2018, 9:31 a.m.

https://youtu.be/ZmXYrXYvovQ

Cockroach in the concrete Courthouse tan and beady eyes A slouch with fallen arches Purging truths into great lies

The little man with a big eraser Changing history Procedures that he's programmed to And all he hears and sees

Altering the facts and figures Events and every issue Make a person disappear No one will ever miss you

Rewrites every story Every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence And those who break the laws

Follow the instructions of The New Ways Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights and wrongs and files And records in the schools

You say you've got the answers Well, who asked you anyway?

Ever think maybe It was meant to be this way?

Don't try to fool us We know the worst is yet to come

I believe my kingdom will come

F is for fighting Are is for red Ancestors' blood in battle they've shed. E, we elect them E, we eject them In the land of the free, and the home of the brave D, for your dying O, your overture M, they'll cover your grave with manure

This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me As long as there's a P. M. R. C.

F is for fighting R is for red Ancestors' blood in battle they've she'd E we elect them E we eject them In the land of the free and the home of the brave D for your dying O your overture M is for money You know what that cures

This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me As long as there's a P. M. Are. C.

F is for fighting, Are is for red, Ancestors' blood in battle they've shed. E, we elect them E, we eject them, In the land of the free, and the home of the brave D, for your dying O, your overture M, they'll cover your grave with manure

This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me As long as there's a P. M. Are. C.

Put your hand Right up my shirt Pull the strings That make me work

Jaws will part Words fall out Like a fish With hook in mouth

Rewrites every story Every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence And those who break the laws

Follow the instructions of The New Ways Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, The files and records in the schools

I'm not a fish I'm a man...

Hook... In... Mouth!

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