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Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine. Blister wine
Burns the inside . . . They flew in a line over poppy fields.
They'd drop and they'd blast their supply. On demand!
They persist. They pervert. They command: "RED alert."
And green burns to yellow, to orange, to dirt covered
Baby bones in powder piles. Mile after mile. And a
Line costs a dime. A slaughter's a quarter. Yes, the
Green God's immortal, whispers "Peace in our time." RED alert!
Here come the Green Gang . . .
Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine. Blister wine   Burns the inside . . . They flew in a line over poppy fields.   They'd drop and they'd blast their supply. On demand!   They persist. They pervert. They command: "RED alert."   And green burns to yellow, to orange, to dirt covered   Baby bones in powder piles. Mile after mile. And a   Line costs a dime. A slaughter's a quarter. Yes, the   Green God's immortal, whispers "Peace in our time." RED alert!   Here come the Green Gang . . .