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A Global Threat Don T Look

what? They've got a crutch It's nothing you could ever touch Don't look Don't look onto your lawn There's a billboard built for God You won't be saved

So what? They've got a crutch It's nothing you could ever touch Don't look Don't look onto your lawn There's a billboard built for God You won't be

resound You looking like a clown (clown), with you're droopy frown (frown) Wishing you had my crown (crown) for wrecking the underground See we don't

To a crowd WITHOUT ANY BALLS! Here we are, too hard, too fast! And we don't need a fashion injection Or a sales slip to tell us we're right You look like a

have the chance to do it a uniform is power they have and you don't that's why we gotta fight it, but you haven't and you won't you know you've got the

and type You're and earache youre to much for me to take An earache why won't you go awaay An earache out looking for hands to shake An earache a tired

got friends so i don't need it fuck your fucking corporate world it won't dictate how i lead it we're the proles, we're everywhere we're the proles, now we don't

this strain in my vocal chords? Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword? It's the same who complain about the global war, But can't overthrow

for this strain in my vocal chords? Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword? It's the same who complain about the global war But can't overthrow