327 Stingray ~


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Travel ~
Back In Time ~
Behind Enemy Lines ~
To A Burning Ridge ~
On The Gettysburg's Border ~
Where Flaming Cannon Balls ~
Blow The Shit Out Of Stone Walls
And Buzzards Deliver ~
Executive Orders ~




A Place ~
Where Vultures Gather ~
Toxic Dead Matter ~
And 34 Year Old School Teachers
Who Keeps Staring At The Sky ~
Bleeding From His Thigh ~
Swearing At A Rebel
Preacher !

                     

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Cliffs ~
Now Imagine If You Will ~
A Battalion On Cemetery Hill
Looking Down ~
At Confederate Solders ~
Sharpening Their Swords ~
Loading Muskets For War !
Hiding Behind Trees  ~
And Boulders ~




Yo Preacher ~
You Out There . .
You Better Fuckin Give Up ~
By The Size Of These Gusts ~
You're About To Meet Your Maker
There's Typhoid In The Air ~
Start Saying Your Damn Prayers
You're Gonna Need An
Undertaker !

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P o w ~
Now He's A Lieutenant ~
Standing Next To Sargent
Major Bennite ~
Of The 20th Infantry ~
Who Snuck In Last Night ~
Past A Deadly Snipers Sight "
Who Just Put Him Out  ~
Of Misery !




Attack !!!
Get Back On The Line ~
Your Running Out Of Time  ~
Them Rebels Are Lurking ~
Were All Out Of Ammunition  ~
Under Typhoon Conditions ~
And The Buzzards ~
Our Circling ~

Prick ~
Fix Bayonets ~
Smoke Your Last Cigarette  ~
Get Ready For Sum  ~
Bloody Torture ~
They'll Cut Off Your Balls ~
If They Get Over This Wall  ~
Then Feed Them Too
The Vultures ~




Patrol ~
Hold Your Position ~
Till You See The Devils Mortician
Then Listen For Thunder !!!
When You Start Seeing
Ball Lightning ~
It's Time To Start Fighting
Or Bury Your Dick ~
In A Bunker !

Balls . .
Now I'm No Optician ~
But Most Corvette Technicians ~
Our Scared Shitless Of Vultures  ~
The Kind That Drop Shit  ~
From The Sky ~
Then Peck Out Your Eyes  ~
While You Try To Take
Shelter !




Yo Preacher ~
You Out There . .
You Might As Well Kiss
Your Ass Goodbye ~
Judging By These Horse Flies ~
The Wars Over !
We Got Over 300 Dead ~
Filling Buzzards With Plague ~
An A Toxic Odor ~




Fool ~
You Hear Me Preacher "
Now Thats The Lieutenant ~
Arming Those Sharpshooters
Near Major Bennite ~
Holding Copper Long Rifles ~
With A Look In Their Eyes ~
That Could Make A Dead
Minister Die & Rebels
Frightful !

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Gentlemen ~
Inside This Strongbox ~
Is Enough Black Powder
Buckshot Too Blast The Shit
Out Of Raiders !
Be Careful When It's Loaded ~
The Bullets Our Highly Explosive ~
They're Designed To Kill "
Traitors !

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Fowl ~
Now It's By No Accident ~
You're Dead On Balls Accurate ~
Killings Your Specialty ~
But Don't Waste Ammunition ~
Till Those Vultures Are In Position ~
And There Picking Off  ~
The Enemy ~

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Gentlemen ~
When Bullets Start To Fly ~
Blow Those Blood Suckers   ~
Out Of The Sky ~
They'll Never Know What Hit'em ~
They'll Think It's The Plague ~
When Those Buzzards Drop Dead ~
And Run Before Cholera  ~
Gets Them !




Balls . .
Now Thats A Lieutenant ~
Saluting Sargent Major Bennite
Sipping On Whiskey ~
He Got The Medal Of Honor !
From General Engus O'Connor ~
Then Drifted Back Into
History ~

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