Come slaughter the old
For godssakes move on
Proceed as one into infinity
Or at least beyond
Wipe our arses on our flags
Honestly that's all they are worth
Peel them from the cold dead hands
They're not needed on our earth
None of them are needed
Melt the guns and slap the rich
Pour molten metal
And our weary hands will be warmed
A final act of violence
To remind us why
Our industry exists
To warm our weary hands
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Come slaughter the old
For godssakes move on
Proceed as one into infinity
Or at least beyond
Wipe our arses on our flags
Honestly that's all they are worth
Peel them from the cold dead hands
They're not needed on our earth
None of them are needed
Melt the guns and slap the rich
Pour molten metal
And our weary hands will be warmed
A final act of violence
To remind us why
Our industry exists
To warm our weary hands
For godssakes move on
Proceed as one into infinity
Or at least beyond
Wipe our arses on our flags
Honestly that's all they are worth
Peel them from the cold dead hands
They're not needed on our earth
None of them are needed
Melt the guns and slap the rich
Pour molten metal
And our weary hands will be warmed
A final act of violence
To remind us why
Our industry exists
To warm our weary hands
Writer: James Whyard
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