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Battle Hymn of Lt. Calley

C Company

...Next Stop Is Vietnam: The War on Record 1961-2008

2010

around the house with a sauce pan on his head
For a helmet, a wooden sword in one hand and the American flag in the other
As he grew up, he put away

last dying words
I'm gonna take this girl I'm gonna show her the world 
I'm gonna stay with her, lay with her, spin through disarray with her
I'm gonna

of love soon neglected 
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity 
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together 
They've all gone and left each other

Frito lay
We were self-sufficient at a young age
Too many of our young fam ended up on the front page
RIP to Fred RIP to Dev damn
I still wonder what you

through mirrors, think you see a ghost
Those red glowing eyes are just tired of being alone
I may just lay on the side of the road
Let the snow freeze, take

me
Choose you
And I'm hurting
Choose you
And I'm damned by my words
Choose you
I'm crying
You left
Good dying
I wished to get rid of you
Simple tunes

Across a distance
Too far to reach
Lay a land of sorrow
Deserted and cold
On the fields of depression
Under an empty sky
By the road of decision

bitch I got it by the ounces
If you ain't talking money then she bouncin
UH
New flow new dough new coat
In the bed she callin me the boss just like Hugo

field
Where the time stands still
As we dance with the wind
I think we should build
A small house by the stream
That flows near our lavender field

I know

the burdens one by one
Understand here
We're never ever only one
Realize your fear
Thoughts will not keep you afloat
Crush them in the gears
In your mind you're

don't let go
No, no, please don't go
I'm dying in slow-mo
I'm trying and that's for sure
Well, well, I'm back at this point again
Even when I'm so down

know how many angels
On the head of a pin

I prayed like I thought I was dying, prayed when I didn’t believe
Prayed all the time on the dirty road with,

public, but don't tell no superstar
No one's forgiven, still you don't know who you are
Look at the children, they walk by the record stores
As you hide in

like I'm Quavo
I'm gettin' money, I'm makin' the pesos
You see us in public, boy, better lay low
No Soulja Boy, but she call me Big Draco

Damn,

Antisocial tana
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron

Young rich, I feel like I'm Quavo
I'm gettin' money, I'm makin' the pesos
You see us in public, boy, better lay low
No

Let the rivers run red until the bones of man lay a new foundation

Screaming in torment
Eclipsed by the shadow of regret (the shadow of regret)
We

i’ll pay
For the Act of Grace

Lay me on the ground
Silence wraps me slowly
Trail of Memories swarms around
Feel my freezing heart count away softly

let's raise a toast
To those that have fell in the fiercest of battles
Those heroes we needed the most
When morale was flattened and bodies lay scattered

Can we lay our burdens down
Lose our striving to be found
By the One who bears our load
Can we let our plans fall through
Walk another mile or two

And when they'd gone, his love lay dying on the floor
Joaquin brokenhearted cried aloud to every man
Made a vow to his love, took the law now in his hands

abhorrent shame
Sons of god what a ludicrous claim
Go look behind the curtain inside a rapist lay
His pedophilic subjects every single one we shall slay
Yes

to the bunker this ain't no drill
If I lay down dying would you spit in my eye
After all this time after all these lies

After all this time after all your crime

lay my head down each and every night 
I try to re-think my life 
But I can’t seem to figure why
Your always there by my side

And I can’t tell
If your

bad, I didn't see that train.
Now as I lay dying, I hear coyote hoots.
But it's two drunk Indians, and they've stole my boots.