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KARMAGEDDONThese days, we're slaves to delays in battling that phase, in a phrase receding this haze of the greys, our life's ways, the death craze, ablaze are the skies, we hear lies, corporate replies, flies in the face of the cries of suprise, business buys, realise that our demise is the prize, that profit supplies, one of life's great tries, intrinsicly to you the murderer ties, an own goal, the dead soul, the spent coal, to know yet cajole, our suicidal role, digging ourselves into holes, dancing round the pole, master and mole, McBoys and girls; the Western world of papas and mamas Go on enjoyin Mcstuffin your face Or cut the population; start to eat one another And see improvements to your personal space Inferred the preferred turd of the bewildered herd, as one absurd bird dies the death of another is heard, the end of the rock from the sun that's third, incurred By the big Bush fire, you know we couldn't get much higher, than the flames to which he aspires, our funeral pyres, built by the liers, the Cartel conspires, while we wade the quagmire, the waste of the suppliers, non- food of our desires Divided and ruled, not derided as fools, but identified-ID as cool, Capitalised till we drool, dumbed down in the pool, individual mules with thin residual stools McBoys and girls; the Western world of papas and mamas Go on enjoyin Mcstuffin your face Or cut the population; start to eat one another And see improvements to your personal space Braying while they're laying down the brown Squatting while they're clotting up the town Devil's workers pretending to be clowns Don't wanna trubbaya but dubbaya's around The celebraters, village fete ers, playa hatas, poorly paid waiters, moral traitors, the instigators of NWO creators, all of us levelled by smoking craters And new diseases one of which with ease is, carried on by breezes, causing Fluey sneezes, then death comes quick which pleases, the sellers of the cheeses From where first came the infectious... McBoys and girls; the Western world of papas and mamas Go on enjoyin Mcstuffin your face Or cut the population; start to eat one another And see improvements to your personal space And men lose their erections, when faced with the selection, for permanent protection, to cull the human collection, cos upon inspection, it is in need of de election Even up the score, this self obsessed whore, wants more, while on the floor, the poor horse men of the apunkalypse flounder round on the wrong side of the door It's got to come from everyone, connect the fun, enjoy the Sun's man power run, re sprung, to tell us how to do till done, to watch cos when the spin is spun, They've got us in this bowling grip as the guts go blhchhh and the brains go Blip, kind've like the Matrix trip, Hollywood conspires to slip and flips the chips till it once again drips with our lips to the tit we suckle the shit, swallow all of it, nourished by fake encrypt always read from the script, editorially clipped, then shipped out to the tripped and the cripped still supposin, the chosen, the frozen, the ho's an the rows and rows as bitter as sloes raining down blows for a high pro flow glow. No. McBoys and girls; the Western world of papas and mamas Go on enjoyin Mcstuffin your face Or cut the population; start to eat one another And see improvements to your personal space So Mcbaby will you hurry up and and order that burger And C.J. Die as soon as you can Or eat yourself instead-you know it wouldn't be murder At least you'd help to nourish the land, cut out the middle man...
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