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Slow wrapping their curses inside of Rizlas,
Men in back stink of bad business.
God help the fool from out of state
Arriving all smiles and a vanity plate.
One week of luck and the sky’s the limit.
No holding back now, in it to win it.
Old bait and switch, done it again
Tapping his fingers on the ATM.

Metal chicks get aggro, smoking on the pitch.
Weather's not for leather, nicotine's a bitch.
Goth chicks get restless, fistful of rings.
Photos in the graveyard, such a moody thing.

Hot Topic woman, dark and mean.
Pretend that you don't see me.
Forget your foolish manager!

Neon sun is shining, motel in air.
Systematic victims will greet you there.
Well done and creeping, lizards dressed their best
Beg to make acquaintance with the latest guest.

It's a confusing world. Tell us what's on your mind.

Hit that letter, hit that number.

miles and miles above the surface
the alarm begins to wail
trajectory in error
vital systems all have failed
across the ocean the shadow races
quicker still across countryside
astonished millions stand in silence
and point their fingers to the sky

Vengeance beyond the grave, well dressed with robot slaves
Focused and ready to set the scene.
That girl is just so lovely, well spoken and becoming
For the famous libertine

The outcome is predestined
They will be apprehended
Sculpted into masterpiece.

When the gods left with smoke and ashes,
Who do you think was there?
Six fingered dealers eager to show all their wares.

Only the blind man knows the road.
Only the faithful can let go.
Trespassing the garden, lantern is flickering
Below the surface, waters are bickering

Zombie barricades failing all around you.
Find the final cache, pray it be of value.
Black eyed phantoms dropping laser guided curses.
Backward secret messages disguised in pretty verses.

Bring back the P.M.R.C., I need that motivation.
What do I win? Satisfaction of being right?
Bring back the U.S.S.R., we need that motivation.