I'm not the king of anythingNor am I a godI
Booze party on a Saturday nightCome back to my
Toxic waste rises to the heavensBurning rain on a burial
Ten liter diesel sitting under my hoodGoing to drive it
Rotten flesh dripping from my bonesAs I rip through suburban
Marshall stacks piled highLook like girlsBut they're guysLots of hair
Some people call me a redneckAnd some people call me
Misanthropic maniacsIs what we've all becomeWe don't hateJust anythingWe just
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