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It was a rough night
Turned into years in an unknown land
Jut a grudge fight
Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand
We had a hard time
But we tried to understand
These born-again, gunpoint libertines
Then they sold us down the face of the might river
Sold turpentine for tea
Hold me now it's the evil liberator
And he's coming with a gang of thieves
In the firelight
Of the torched out refineries
He sat upright
The poster boy for the I.M.C
A poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes
Sure as a blind man does note see the floor
Then they sold us down the face of the might river
Sold turpentine for tea
Hold me now it's the evil liberator
And he's coming with a gang of thieves
And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium
It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from
'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons
We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline
You know you'll have it coming if you say there is nothing to see
In the desert night
They listened for the baying of the hounds
But it wasn't quite right
No sign of the weather underground
And they were keepin' a sharp eye
But they never saw what they had found
At last it was only you and me
Well then they sold us down the face of the might river
Sold turpentine for tea
Hold me now it's the evil liberator
And he's coming with a gang of thieves
And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium
It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from
'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons
We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline. Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
No battleship too big for the war emporium
It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from
'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons
We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline
You know you'll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see