messing up your mind How long do you think you?ll last? Ready? I got a job to do Gonna stick my gun into your mouth And give my load to you Loaded! [
psycho with the windows rolled down Who you lookin' at? You tryin' to fade me clown Plato, si mon, you want static When you reach for your gat to load
tell Contaminate me with your smell Perfume powder treachery Loaded guns and sodomy Soak me down with your desire In the shower under fire Wave the white flag
like this, fuck a bitch And that's the G code We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags But me I keeps
(It's a load of old John Bull) Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire Oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained St.George Cross red, and blues sung
There?s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing and
. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that
I turn the spotlights on the people Switch the dial and eat the worm Take your chances, kill the engine Drop your bombs and let it burn White flags shot
mucks in the totem Lucy was in the sky with diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars Little white tab hollering, little white flag
can bring it (willie d) Look i'ma say this shit one time and one time only We ain't against all white people But we are against all white people that
alike You know they always will Just an angel of death with a black leather bag A figure in white with a bloody black flag KZ Nekromancer I remember
Lahaina just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white
fucking win an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It's the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is
an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It?s the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out
escape Our breath in their neck they feel our grudge We have to hurry to get them in scrape Fight Acrid smell of smoke in the air White flag's rising
Of straight lines and heavy loads I'm just not this tough. After my kind of night that ends throwing up, Once I clean up my mess with it, my white flag
a pyscho with the windows rolled down Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown? Plato, si mon, you want static When you reach for your gat to load