Letras: Transplants. Haunted Cities. American Guns.

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30 ought, Buck shot,
12 gauge,He's short a shot,
American guns, American guns,
30 ought, Buck shot,
12 gauge, He's short a shot,
American guns, American guns,

[Tim]
Well, Drop more to a million tons,
Hochie Mctrail was sprayed with bombs,
Judging by layoffs, Knew all along,
That the American war had finally come,
America, Land of the free,
Very little leaders in democracy,
Deboxury, Luxury,
Back in Illinois, That right for me.

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[Rob]
Nah, I wont listen because I've only been lied to,
I got a few common enemies but still I despise you,
It's a, Cold mission, They pull up beside you,
In your own territory, It's like something inside you,
A wise man once told me, People are strange,
I'm a stranger in a strange land, Strange as the days
Ya I'm nice with the groupies, They stay at there range,
38 to the 40 cal and an A.K

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