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Rain ammunitionThe foreign preyWinter is raptAnd it's a cold, bitter trapRide awayLose the virgin tribe (yeah)Lady, you're the Fort Ham of your dressNo one will lay it, and no one will say itKids are like a wild, deery gameTough shank legs will never be the same (wah!)FashionPass...PassionThere's a troopHe's not plural, he'sDropped off by a desert shackShandy Town, look at your lime sparksUnder the treeShe falls like a leaf(flutter...)Stay on the primal scream trackLetras de cancionesRave up your fortuneThe miners will help you get back (back, back, back)What they took away in '82La-borLaborThere's a laborShopShopShopShoppin'Evil shoppin'Yeah, you, you're shoppin'!(scream)Whoa whoa whoa... From Letras Mania