Zen-767

Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Go…
To war…
Your boys…
They’ll Bite…
The sand…
Send…
Your boys…
Away…
They’ll die…
A nation, pretty flowers for pollination,
Closed television circulation,
A nation, invasion-evasion of privacy
Give an interview!
Running through streets, picking fights,
While the talent plays on, through smoke,
Its cool! We joke, at flights of parker pens
Ink and smoke! That morning the system broke!

Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Go…
To war…
Your boys…
They’ll Bite…
The sand…
Send…
Your boys…
Away…
They’ll die…
Golf balls! Falling like a narrow thought,
Struck by lightning self realization
that was sought,
We are just traveling, trying to find a home,
But the doors are closed by institutionalization!
Just a pop idol sensation, burnt!
Collapsed, elapsed! By sand
Come to cleanse the river of youth! A postmodern tollbooth!

Subjugate…Beat unmerciful
Exterminate…Cleanse unmerciful
And send all the pizza boys…
Away…
To bite…
The sand…
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mechanized combat troops!
Send out the mother fucking NUKES!!

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