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Machines of Loving Grace - Albert Speer lyrics
We have faced despair and found a river there We have faced despair and found a river there We have sucked the fruit of disease And found that it tasted sweet like meat gone bad Sleep warmly under columns of light Sleep with the fishes tonight All alone in this recluse car Became afraid of what we are And what we might not be In the land of the free Smell the ripe budding America Sweet-faced, straight-laced porographic actress That's her draw No one can believe she'd appear in this smut Her face smiling perfect through innocent teeth Unaware of the debauchery beneath Face smiling perfect through innocent teeth Unaware of the wolves running wild in her streets In the land of the free Get 'em up, get 'em down on their knees All praise to Allah, he provides what we need A Swiss precision suicide machine, and we're free Jesus Christ, soul on ice Sleep with the motherfucking fishes tonight |
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