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    S.o.d. Make Room, Make Room текст песни

    Make Room, Make Room

    I saw a pro-file sticker just other day

    another fool who has no right to procreate

    elbows bumping, tempers growing

    veins bulge in my neck and eyes

    we’re just a bunch of animals

    that fuck to survive… we gotta

    make room, make room

    spread the fuck right out

    make room, make room

    for the hand of doom

    I built a wall around myself, form a world that’s on the brink

    there’s a problem with my armor

    cause there’s just too many chinks

    cyanide the water supply, take a drink and watch’em die

    release ebola in the air, swell and bleed out everywhere

    sarin gas for you to smell, take a train ride, next stop hell

    a y2k census and we’re all filled up

    like a thick head of beer overflowing it’s cup

    a culling of humans, a matter of space

    like herd management for the human race.

    line’em up against the wall, aim & fire, send in more

    dynamite, hand grenades, cold Guyanin lemonade

    Judas Priest pumpin’ loud, pump your shot gut, listen-POW!

    poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion, chop’em burn’em fuck it — NUKE’em

    fuckin nuke’em

    there’s too many people

    too many mouths to feed

    what is the solution?

    when billions need to eat

    there’s not enough space

    nowhere to put our waste

    with a little salt and pepper

    how do you think we’ll taste?



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