Huge Gold AK-47 - The Blood Brothers

Those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn

Slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun

Huge gold ak-47!

Huge gold ak-47!

C’mon, its 4am kick down the gate and spray your ammo like champagne

Tie up your waterfalls and throw them in the trunk!

In pitch-black basements, starve your summer suns

Toast another day of domination

Toast another day of demolition

100 million dollar sound systems squeal your name’s pouding rhythms

Huge gold ak-47!

Huge gold ak-47!

You’re alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes…

We’ll take what the fuck we want!

Pluck your landscapes piece by piece

We’ll take what the fuck we want!

Songs of your youth beat by beat

We’ll take what the fuck we want!

Wipe the color from your scenery

We’ll take what the fuck we want!

Suck your seasons indefinitely

Oh, there’s a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay

Violins dangling from willow branches

But the soldiers stripped it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen

Dressed it in drag and pissed on every inch

We march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday

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