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Duane Peters And The Hunns

't predict. Two thousand and ten, law none average washed up waters, last one on earth aliens, Nixon, Johnson, Reagan all for one and all, assassination

, babe you mean to me the rum's in the way and it belongs to me our ropes a thread and it's ready to break. I stink of piss and drink for days she used

It's not gonna happen it's all over now always in doubt, always flappin' the mouth the man that couldn't can't. It's the pitch of the wrench he's the

Levis and leather jackets rebels with a cost the lost is never growing up like yer mom and pops hangin' with the Hunns fifty's immorality rockin' rollin

You'll know when ya know it and you'll hope when ya don't no one wants to show it and all the clouds that won't. Do you see the camera do you see the