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[chorus: ] if you're ready for the salad bar, let us know every victory's initially an obstacle [?]within every fold, having meant to feed what's a beneficial energy to be released[?] multivitamin, full canteen compass, typical boyscout routine better earn no merit badges after completing a task silently seated i'm striking flint against steel turning sparks into flames into hand-cooked meals i get about 5 hours sleep then i'm on my feet again [?]meeting and needing[?] natural survivalist tips but that is not my trip the rapture came and went, leaving me here in the dust i didn't make the cut, my dreams were not polluted enough on the day his mighty hand descended to rescue his believers i became the proud owner of thousands of abandoned golden retrievers and we would load them onto flat-bed ford's drive around trading them for precious metals and circuit boards but when the new-age denominations acquired psychic weapons i wandered off the grid in fear of reprogramming sessions Letras de canciones during the conflict the grounded satellite was my saving grace - i'm laser light! probing the smoky mountains hoping to happen upon this well-equipped protagonist wearing a davy crockett hat chalked-full of pocket-sized dismantling tools to the survivors with kids in need of disciplinarian rules give 'em crew-cuts and a few bucks and atop their heads put a crown of braided blood red meat to keep them trackable and well fed [chorus] come one come all be them man or beast they'll end up another skull on the mantelpiece come one come all be them man or beast they'll end up another skull on the mantelpiece From Letras Mania