M.I.C.

It's time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel and limbs for lumber
They just wanted more machines
For their modern war machines

M.I.C.
Am I seeing it right?
M.I.C.
Must be time to fight, fight, fight

M.I.C.
War machine is growing
M.I.C.
I'm not fucking going

Time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel, your limbs for lumber
They just wanted more machines
For their modern war machines

M.I.C.
Am I seeing it right?
M.I.C.
Must be time to fight

M.I.C.
War machine is growing
M.I.C.
I'm not fucking going
I'm not fucking going
I'm not fucking going

I'm fucking going



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Writer(s): Greg Norton
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