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I read in the papers You lost your legs in Iraq Under your bed, I play with my sack At the stroke of midnight I reach my hand up to touch Your immobile body And your festering stumps I apply anesthesia So you can't tell I sliced off your nipples They'll look great on my belt Molesting the Wounded At the VA Hospital Molesting the Wounded I can't be controlled Molesting the Wounded I've gotta touch them all With every war i want them more Molest! From Letras Mania