Fuck Me with a Bag Over My Head

Lyrics
I can't see your head It's just a sinking stone No imagination, my confrontation Give me a break Your company is a killing machine Your employees are fucking sick Throw the key and make a wish I'll put my fist up in the air, let's overcome "This machine kills fascists" Well, their machine is killing us all Break the mold Untie your neck Cover your eyes Say your prayers There's a new city that we need to see There's a new wall that we need to paint over to believe it's all true There is no issuе; lock your door They're not your heroеs, they're not your friends The snake is out and he's teaming with the wolves It's going to blow now Watch it burn yeah, with a corner smile 'Til the next corner store Then stop, you burn You are close to disaster I choose to bring my own bag Pick it up, throw it in the fire Are you a lifetime member of the NRA? But you lost your card, how sad, you are dead This movement, we own it Don't trade it for their gold This movement, we own it Don't trade it for their gold
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Credits
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- The Sainte Catherines