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The General
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Shot comes down from the general
Says "look alive boys coz tomorrow you go over the top"
Smoke if ya got em'
Ya better call your next of kin
The fan is spinning waitin for the shit to hit
For the reckoning to begin
Fear is his sex when ya put it in context
March for the general
Show some respect
Soldier tryna balance on a thin red line march for the general
Clobberin' time
If only mama could see you now she'd be so proud slap hand to mouth
That boy's a lion too fierce to contain fight for queen and country
Let freedom reign
YEAH RIGHT!!!
Are you willing to march for the general?
Are you willing to march?
are you willing to?
Rooster crows for the killing alarm
And the tears of the devil come a-raining down
The time is now
Young blood barbed wire
Rolled snake eyes when you needed a six, a bulletproof vest and a crucifix
Unprepared for what's about to transpire
Your lease on life is about to expire
Fear is his sex when you put it in context
March for the female
FUCK THAT! Genuflect!
Soldier tryna balance on a thin red line
March for the general
Clobbering time!
If only mama could see me now
She'd be so proud
Slap hand to mouth
What happened when a lion get hit by a train? BOOM!!
Fight for queen and country
Let freedom reign
YEAH RIGHT!!
Are you willing to match for the general! Are you willing to march?
are you willing to?
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I was heading south on a dusty old steam train
Learning gospel for beginners
So I could put the word of god in to my mouth.
You were sleepin in the subway coz you couldn't afford the fair
You were ready to shack up with whatever mother fucker could get you out of there.
I was sick of travelling always waiting for a little town to settle down in
A town that loneliness forgot.
Me and you my baby blue with no place to go and nothin else to do
A little wooden house two kids and a dog
Gettin older in a town that loneliness forgot.
I was on my knees praying at the church in the land of the lost
You were counting up your bruises
I was polishing up my cross
Singin John and Yoko wonderin who the hell could you trust
Baby you've been bathing in a tub of your caustic tears so long you're covered in rust.
I was sick of dragging Mary Magdelane to the little blue chapel
Thought I'd give love that one more shot
Me and you and the rumble in my gut
Starting a fire in a wooden hut waiting to commit to a life long rut
Wasting away in a town that loneliness forgot
I was sick of travelling at way waiting for a little town to settle down in
A town that loneliness forgot.
Me and you and the rumble in my gut
Starting a fire in a wooden hut waiting to commit to a life long rut
Wasting away in a town that loneliness forgot
Just forget about it
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The Actual Mafia Maynooth, Ireland
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