This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangers Raise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them up Spread it wide, my wife, my life, push the camera deeper I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all This machine Is there to please Strip the soul Fill the hole A fire to feed A belt to bleed Strip the soul Kill them all They are not gone, they are not gone, they are only sleeping In graves, in ways, in clay, underneath the floor Building walls, overalls, getting bored, I got faulty wiring Brick it up now, brick it up now, but keep the bones (Do you want a western home in the rubble ?)
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