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me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed at me And in the jungle, wretched jungle They say the lion eats tonight And all

belt breaks And young America begins to sing Coca Cola and Armageddon We like it, like it, yes we do Coca Cola and Armageddon It's the real thing now, come and

done done Effigy Effigy Effigy Effigy Behold the man Behold the man The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and

Fine swine, wish you were mine bite the apple of my eye This little piggy never made it home Helter skelter, run for shelter, can't escape the boiling

The rats, they will beat a path to your door And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone Lay me down

And returned with a fist full of dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a retro-glide buckshot And you