Texty:
Conflict Great What

great Wars are fixed by people who surround themselves with hate Great Britain thinks it leads the world so civilised, pure and free Great Britain doesn't lead fuck all, Great

be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need

, And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done. * Refrain: Count your blessings, name them one by one, Count your blessings, see what

knowledge, college is irrelevant My next move, to prove I'm smooth but still intelligent Expressin' the lesson with sheer precision First hear me out then make a decision On whether Everlast knows what

me, three times Give it to me four times Oh 5446 what's my number? what's my number now? Right now somebody else has that number One more time 5447 what's my number? what

that's free No purpose, no will, shells of what once was ours Ever fear and ever dread faceless, lifeless drone I was A burden, great, has brought

can't side me. The British Empire isn't what It used to be, mate And It's a bit too late to try and make It great So what's the point In fighting out

which permeated the sidereal fabric of the cosmos. The translation of the Mars icosaherdon also hinted disturbingly at a great pangalactic conflict

resist the hand of fate We wage a war Which can't be won Apocalyptic suicide What have we done? Fire One day a great fire shall come Rain A cleansing