Bombs in the air dropping over my head
Men in the street, most lying dead --
Why do I still remember everything she said?
This is a damn hard city and I'm never gettin' fed
Dogs running around, wolves in packs
Soldiers coming down with guns at my back
I know what she wants -- She wants to attack!
When she hangs that rope she don't give no slack
Pretty little faces, bloody in a Grave
She was in Georgia last night, buying her a Slave
The lady got 10 children -- none do behave
And she got teeth as sharp as a fresh razorblade
Bombs in the air dropping over my head
Men in the street ,most lying dead
Why do I still remember everything she said?
This is a damn hard city---I'm never gettin' fed
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