Orphan Source - You Can Do Nothing

Buckshot Dinner

Iron hands, everyone come get em
Coast to coast, solve problems with fists
Drug to drug, eat shit drink piss
Gun to my head but will I miss?

Life is pointless, don't gotta die
I know I'm poor, fuck your front line
Leave me alone, I swear I'm fine
Where does your allegiance lie?

Oh god what's there to do
Through talking baby, I wanna shoot
Love the sin hate the sinner
Guess we're having buckshot for dinner
Buckshot dinner!

Not ready, for the winter
Can't march on, I got blisters
Soldiers knocked, during dinner
Overheard come with us mister

Oh god what's there to do
Through talking baby, I wanna shoot
Love the sin hate the sinner
Guess We're having buckshot for dinner

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Writer(s): Orphan Source
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