Jag Hare Pogo - The Patriot Song
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Take off my poorly-made suit of a citizen
Then get rid of the wear of a working man
I’m no longer a son, a brother, a friend
I am but a blank leaf where you write the word ‘faith’

Peel off the sticky old skin of a wanting child
Wash off the salty old smell of a broken adult
I’m no longer a body, a mind, a soul
I am but a blank leaf where you write the word ‘war’

The first time I ever saw her
On the placard in my father’s room
A greeting in fat sans serif
She stood there frozen in the afternoon
Her hands they were the strongest
Her smile, her teeth so white
I can’t forget my second birthday
As I stood before her eye

My body is a weapon
My mind a burning wheel
I glide above the mountain
The giant bird of steel

My arms are powered with turbines
My eyes the NVD
I turn the woods to blazing hell
I let no small beast flee

Right at the peak her tombstone stands
The lurid metal spire
And I extract her broiler grace
I bite into the mire

And you could say back in her day
She had an appetite
The tiny skulls stuck in her teeth
Still so bloody white

Her belly stiff and swollen
Her tits decaying fruits
I slither by her borderlines
In my birthday suit

Her legs are dark and heavy
Her cunt is wet and tight
I cast the death right out of her
And fill her up with light

I am but a blank leaf where you write the word “death”
I am but a blank leaf where you write the word “lust”