Something Wicked

Joey was from Georgia
A real Bolshevik
All the kids teased him
But he liked it
Yeah he liked it too
You would too
And he wandered
From town to town
Already seeking
The language he found
He found it there
In Siberia
Joey liked to dress up
As army men
When you kill your people
It's easier to pretend
Just pretend
Oh something wicked
Bleeds out the trust
In all of the people
You purged and crushed
You purge and crush you purge and crush



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Longino, Nicholas Furgiuele, Peter Furgiuele
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