chant for sorrows (clean getaway)

Not other than
Not more than
Not less than
I am

Thinking thoughts of condemnation
Thinking thoughts of subjugation
Late at night investigation
Scare the kids to save the nation

If I run this right I just might make it

Bombs drive down like a monsoon season
Each and every evil has a junkyard of reasons
Miles of iron intimidate the immigrants
Blow down the doors and confiscate the residents

If I run this right I just might make it

One good eye between the two
I do not think we’ll die today
Danced all the way to Third and Main
I do not think we’ll die today

If I run this right I just might make it

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