Текст (слова) песни: Locust - Live From The Russian Compound

Cowboy lawman-found a cell
Tore into it-as night fell

Bankers kids are
getting bingod
Smells like midnights
cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
at home or at the
rubble thats left
when you return

Have an armed guard posted at your flag
Stroll through town with
a gun stuffed in your pants

Bankers kids are
getting bingod
Smells like midnights
cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
at home or at the
rubble thats left
when you return

Criminal lawman-found a cell
Tore into it-made life hell

Bombs bursting-houses burning
Diplomacys tyrant treats
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