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Secret The Death To Pigs

've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? Die for your country? That's shit There's a gulf war vet, dying a slow, cold death And the government

you've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your = country? that's shit! there's a gulf war vet, dying a slow, cold death = and

a minute, gonna be in a nicks In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy It's time I society

at the revolution and Crooklyn, true We live in Brooklyn, baby We try to make it, baby We gonna make it, baby We live in Brooklyn, baby Another day, another dollar dead Pigs

've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government? die for your country? that's shit! there's a gulf war vet, dying a slow, cold death and the

with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy It's time

smog climbs through our mountains? This is bleeding us dry, this is cutting us up, we're the kids who see the world as an empty cup, with a death note

revolution and Crooklyn, true [Chorus] We live in Brooklyn baby We try to make it baby We gonna make it baby We live in Brooklyn baby [Steele] Another day, another dollar dead Pigs