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When I came back from Saigon Everyone turned their head No one put their hand out No one shared their bread I lost my wife, I lost my job, I lost my
Like zombies in the night, she?s creeping around my house. The moonlight burns my eyes, nocturnally hypnotizes. She?s just a memory that?s got a thirst
boys Bastards play street punk rock and roll We're bad boys, yea and we're back in town with D-Hodge at the wheel and Tim A. witht he sound We're bastards
Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night We're meager disciples they gather in rite It's time for the indignant paupers to speak This
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Trench warfare dug in deep brutal bloody No retreat American dead better than red another politician with a debt on his head Bodies ripped covered in
services rendered and the fear is delivered and the chemical weapons are concealed in another BLIND AMBITION BLIND AMBITION BLIND AMBITION BLIND AMBITION
I saw you shout up to the heavens You said oh lord bring me Armageddon Stockpiled guns and nuclear weapons For a price we?ll give you our protection
Danny cleaned up the mess that he left As he explained it to me Well he wept and he wept He said ' IT DONT MAKE NO FUCKIN' SENSE!' He told me ' little Lars
Bastards play street punk rock and roll We're bad boys, yea and we're back in town with D-Hodge at the wheel and Tim A. witht he sound We're bastards
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Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night We're meager disciples they gather in light It's time for the indignant paupers to speak This
is the unknown bastard here And all you mothers fuckers get ready For the heavy sounds of Campbell California This is Lars Frederiksen and The Bastards
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Like zombies in the night, she's creeping around my house. The moonlight burns my eyes, nocturnally hypnotizes. She's just a memory that's got a thirst