Welcome to America Got to have a pistol You don’t want to Talk about Dropping a atom bomb Hurry up And bring the family home Along with The dead bodies mourned Now we pissy drunk scorn With out the safety on In fatigues and long johns Off a fifth of Paul Masson Trying to keep my nerves calm Got to go dumb I pet my pistol I’m sprung Getting nothing next to crumbs Full fledge hustling Every since it was born Left your arm Slumped over the horn From spraying Bullet holes thru the door To survive Through these days of war Time are getting hard core Why should I be poor? Put the petal to the floor At the end of my days My soul soaring over Bloody ruins Going Out the lights Of pistols blowing North West P Town Pioneers Presents Twist master ink ©

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