Hoist The Black Flag (And Begin Slitting Throats) letra

Baby got up and sung jazz tunes i knew.
we cursed the damned architects
when they were at failure
And we watched the walls crumble.

Spit on my shoes, bathe me in flies
Let me shout aloud "I used you prostitute".
We rode in with blood on our hands and left as businessmen.

Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus - Letras

• A Lubricated Rubber Glove And Pornographic Photos Of A Decapitated Chinese Hooker
• Fuck Her Like You Paid For It
• Hoist The Black Flag (And Begin Slitting Throats)
• Last Words Can Be So Cliché
• Love Affair With A Mannequin
• Problem.Response.Solution
• Seventeen Reasons To Die Wearing Black
• War Engine
• White Trash Whore
• Xenophobic Hate Machine