The Locust
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Cowboy lawman found a cell
Tore into it as night fell
Bankers' kids are
Getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
Cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
At home or at the
Rubble that's left
When you return
Have an armed guard posted at your flag
Stroll through town with a gun stuffed in your pants
Bankers' kids are
Getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
Cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
At home or at the
Rubble that's left
When you return
Cowboy lawman found a cell
Tore into it, made life hell
Bombs bursting, houses burning
Diplomacy's tyrant treats