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| We're gonna surround you in bigger amounts, then one distracts you while the others pounce. | |
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| We tear the flesh from woman and man, even the lawyer sittin' on the can. | |
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| We communicate with a gutteral beat, bang the drums while we move our feet. | |
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| To escape from us there's one way only, you need a fat contract like Neill or Leoni. | |
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