Drive to the forest in a japanese car The smell of rubber on concrete tar Hindsight done me no good Standing naked in the back of the woods The cassette
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bacteria Is this living He's been careering Trigger machinery Mangle the military No one should be there Is this living Blown into breeze Scatter concrete The jagged metal
You make me feel ashamed at acting attitudes, remember ridicule It should be clear by now, clear by now Your words are useless, full of excuses, false
