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Holy Dove, Trailer park thugsall dressed in black, boots on your back,taser gun, he has so much funbut please bro, don't tase meNevermind the neverending hidden meanings,we got no atmosphere worth breathingpeeling layers, teasin troublethe struggle up means keeping lowuntil the right moment...don't fret mama, the desert's still the desertthe gods still plunder one anotherpornographic exploitation of the human populationpines the ruling oligarchy, they say it clearfood riots, flash mobs a'comin' shortlypurpose made perfect slavesthat's the natural order these daysdon't fret mama, the desert's still the desertthe gods still plunder one anothermass deflation of the peasant populationpines the ruling oligarchy, they say it clearfood riots, flash mobs a'comin shortlyso please bro, don't tase me From Letras Mania