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This is a call for musical war For songs to sing whilest kicking at their front doors Soundtracks to attacks on mental embassys We call this sound Katyusha Rock 'n Roll Made from Micky Mouse watches and android soul Might strike its target or sputter out as novelty We eschew rare groove and c-note funk And aim to make dunks out of dyna-flex junk Music Missles burning hot intellectual property Might shake the flake off rusty robot rumps Or widen up eyes like dusty disco bumps Cop it, chop it, vomit slop it tell your own story: I knew this dude who spent his days in drag Spent his nights dreaming of a brand new bag Mother country makes for schizoid personalities Dutiful oppisition makes a double score Moral outrage and the spoils of war Leads to perpatrator cop-out crisis of identity Fuck the crisis! Let's excise this boomer tumor in our brains distorting our desires Hunger pangs and growling guts to guide us Give names to creatures culture built inside us Like Slick Smooth, White Disgusting Dialectic cloud clash Sound of Lightning SongtexteThe sky is bursting and blood is raining My eyes are running, there's this voice saying... So we'll take market missteps that are moldy and old And we'll attack with sonic submission holds And we won't stop hot-rocking 'til our bodies are cold And all these bastards are choking on their solid gold Air's full of farty flatulence of death machines So we shoot detourned torpedos from our submarines This is Charlie Tango Fresh Breeze 319 Copy back sub-aquatic is you receive Sonar signals singing back at me Cardiac echos of affinity Let's make the pressure drop drop drop today! Aus Songtexte Mania