Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic(2002)
This war machine cannot be seen by your or me
Deep inside your mother
Got to get me in to War
There were delays
And indecision
And into the mountains
They ran in droves
Got to get
Deep inside your fathers wound a creature stirs
Can you feel his gla**y eye of doom as he feeds you lies?
I
Going to the Brickyard, and the Cobalt, we
Got to get me into war
There were delays
And indecision
And into the mountain
They ran in droves
Got to get
You
You
You
You
You
You
I
You
She arrived in a silver car
He was armed to the teeth yet he knew he was beat
As he lookup down into her eyes
With a hole in his a** as he laid in the gra**
And she laughed as she watched him cry, die, lie