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Oil in our veins
oil on our minds
red and black, both keep our machines running
we're all well versed with the rate of one
can't miss the signs of our impending doom
no one wants to know
when the price is right, the pawns are placed
and we're told it's time to fight
pigs pay no heed, they have no need
for their blood runs green
and that's what makes them supreme
what's the price?
what's the price per fucking gallon?
what's the price?
what's the price of a gallon of blood?
what's the price?
what's the price of one gallon of blood?