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The embedded hypocrisy, fighting autocracy With an army of convenience From a region whose hopes and dreams bordered mediocrity Profiteering through theocracy Soldiers of fortune from the most unfortunate Army of God carrying tripods Extremism, dressed like your mom Against all known gods Butchering, raping, killing, and burning Brutally beheading your enemies What kind of retarded promises have led you to these prophecies Despicable fool, you're just a fucking tool You'll never get to rule, you'll die on your knees What kind of retarded finances have led you to these fantasies Devised as fighters against the wrong Riding our special horses Funded and supported by royal decrees Don't forget radical greed Butchering, raping, killing, and burning Brutally beheading your enemies What kind of retarded promises have led you to these prophecies Despicable fool, you're just a fucking tool You'll never get to rule, you'll die on your knees What kind of retarded finances have led you to these fantasies So you want to die You wanna die Gonna die for your God Wanna die for your God Wanna die for your God Wanna die for your God Butchering, raping, killing, and burning Brutally beheading your enemies What kind of retarded promises have led you to these prophecies Despicable fool, you're just a fucking tool You'll never get to rule You'll die on your knees What kind of retarded finances have led you to these fantasies So you want to die You wanna die Gonna die for your God Wanna die for your God Wanna die for your God Wanna die for your God Now that we have an agreement with your Mom Against the riches of the far right Let's help your mom wrong the right And give her the green light Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Let your mom in and watch her wipe 'em out Ten, 20, 30, 40, 50, 70 bucks No, bro
Writer(s): Serj Tankian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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