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30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
Tim
Well, drop more than two million tons,
Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs,
Jungles of Laos, knew all along,
That the American war had finally come,
America, Land of the free,
They're all minions of democracy,
Debauchery, Luxury,
Bacchanalia's alright to me
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Rob
Nah, I wont listen because I've only been lied to,
I got a few common enemies and still I despise you,
It's a, Cold mission, they pull up beside you,
In your own territory, it's leaves something inside you,
A wise man once told me, people are strange,
I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days
Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I'll stay at the range,
38 to the 40 cal A to the K
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