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Slaves of your mother
Fucking slaves of your mother
Celebrating your insight to see
Now, real politic is a feeling very sick
With golden queens of old karaoke
Visions of peace in the Middle East
In the breast of religion
Slaves of your mother
Fucking slaves of your mother
Celebrating your oversight to see
Shoot the bride and shoot the groom
I slept with all the women in that room
In order to please, I went down on my knees
Take the best of me
Slaves of your mother
Fucking slaves of your mother
Celebrating your ignorance, I see
Here comes a mother
In your head of a culture
Oh mercy, Lord healer
I beseech you
In the bastard state of flesh and blood
Oh worship greater, would you steal our storm?
Sermon drowned and fever pitched
The hand of hate and the hand of love
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