“The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We're chicken-feathers, all without one gut
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?”
Damn
“The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We're chicken-feathers, all without one gut
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?”
Damn
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I WIN MOTHERFUCKERS!
(It was almost murderbot, but i fucking Love this)
“There were 100 horses dancing, maybe 124.” Okay, I can get behind those kinds of lyrics.
“There were 100 horses dancing, maybe 124.” Okay, I can get behind those kinds of lyrics.