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Cult - Gaza.lrc

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[00:00.51]Cigarettes have killed millions.
[00:31.68]I wish I would have thought of that.
[00:32.25]Gaza - Cult - I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die - What the **** smells like tooth loss in here
[01:39.42]We've got lamb on the door waiting for the angel.
[01:40.35]Walking through blood knee high.
[01:49.68]I wish I would have thought of that.
[01:50.25]Gaza - Cult - I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die - What the **** smells like bad priest in here
[02:51.96]We've got blood on the door.
[02:53.04]God-war. Death-president.
[02:55.59]Let's get hopped up on horse tranquilizers and play with claw hammers.
[03:01.05]Maybe stop at the tendon and try to keep this screwdriver out of your neck.
[03:02.64]Hey kids, the Jesus-reaper wears a cowboy hat.
[03:04.23](These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords. I kneel with one eye on the clock. High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars when natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot - Trevor Strnad).
[04:05.58]We should apologize... say we're sorry.
[04:13.56]If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal
text lyrics
Cigarettes have killed millions.
I wish I would have thought of that.
Gaza - Cult - I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die - What the **** smells like tooth loss in here
We've got lamb on the door waiting for the angel.
Walking through blood knee high.
I wish I would have thought of that.
Gaza - Cult - I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die - What the **** smells like bad priest in here
We've got blood on the door.
God-war. Death-president.
Let's get hopped up on horse tranquilizers and play with claw hammers.
Maybe stop at the tendon and try to keep this screwdriver out of your neck.
Hey kids, the Jesus-reaper wears a cowboy hat.
(These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords. I kneel with one eye on the clock. High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars when natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot - Trevor Strnad).
We should apologize... say we're sorry.
If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal