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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

We Take Baghdad, I Take Beirut

The weak eyes me, I’m drawn to spin
Locked in a trap as pure as sin

Scentless senseless, the war is over
The fight was fixed, the nurse took over

Limitless countless, the contract broke
You can’t fire me, I quit with stroke

Now or never we live t'gether
Me and you rotten forever

The plague’s coming high on the hog
The nurse smoked a blindfolded dog

Gas fume strolling, I'm in trouble
Alcohol choke bursts my bubble

The deal is raw, a night or two
The queer is dead, the bruise is blue

Discreet we are, without your breath
We go as far as close as death

I love you so, it makes me sick
I eat your heart while watch a flick

A line or two, I blow up Brut
We rule Baghdad I take Beirut

A sniff or two, I snatch the brute
We rule Baghdad I take Beirut

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