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They all look the same no one really knows their names their minds are wandering to fuck and kill is all the same lock and loa boys don't ask why I think morality is moonshine make mom money make dad proud spread God's word around with a gun in my hand we get high watching war on channel 5 the zero's don't care fire fell from the sky that night and we got drunk on cheap beer I think that God is mocking us wearing green in the dust oh, its kind of hot in here I'd do anything for a beer gun in my hand (Thanks to Tara for these lyrics) From Letras Mania