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Gama Bomb Tales From The Grave In Space

: You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight If you're hip to the groove you will see You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high

kitchen at some guy's house If you don't like Kurt Russell you're scum Bill Paxton wasn't in Inner Space, but by Christ we wish he was Gary Busey was

we might see Sacrifice for sisters three Slit your palm and grease the mirror, roll the chicken bones In the crucible they'll forge your fortune, take instruction from

: Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light Patrolling black belly pigs