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Valley of Bones
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Set up a tent on Horicon's edge
Listen to the nightjar jar
Drinking Leinie's Red
And Red Army White
The moon is red
But the stars are white
& my friends are dead
All of my friends
Come to an end
In this valley of bones
In this valley of dread
The Wehrmacht's gone
The Nazi are dead
But we'll still still here
But we'll still feared
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Raise your flag
Feed your fear
There's only us
There's only us you know the time is near
Our time is short
The time is now
Riot streets
And blood upon the plow
You can't expect the world to change us now
You can't expect to change the world without
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Got some alt right punks
Living here in town
Spraying swaztikas
Wearing the color brown
We're gonna find em
We're gonna fight em
Fuck these fascists
Drive em outta town
See em spraying shit
Behind the Festival
With their MAGA hats
With their Iron Cross
With their Blackjack boots
With their Adolph cuts
With their backward views
We're gonna find em
We're gonna fight em
Fuck these fascists
Drive em outta town
Find em tonight
Take em out back
Find em tonight
It's a hockey fight
On hockey night
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Stick kids with your Adolph Wigs
Playing dictator like it ain't no thang
Deadheads driving blind thru the snow and ice
Can't remember how it got to be
We have a system based on selfishness and greed
It ain't your neighbhor who desgined it all
If we want to free ourselves to live free
We gotta choose to topple it all
They're pond muck
They're rotten on down
There's a glass wall
To break through now
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We got our internetz
We got our ripple chips
We got our Marxist tracts
We got our jerky stix
We got our can o cheese
We got our diet Dew
I got my hockey stick
I got my love for you
I got the tv glow
I got my avatar
I got Kalashnikov
I got Red Army Star
I'm getting bored as hell
I got a dream to sell
I got my love for you
I got the right to quell
We got the radio
We got our gas masks on
We got our loaded guns
We got our jerseys on
We got our Goldman tracts
We got our Molson Ice
We got our visors on
And we will not think twice
And we will not think twice
Drinking all night
By computer light
Reading Frantz Fanon
Til I get him right
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the Marshmen Horicon, Wisconsin
They live in the bog and sleep with their hockey sticks.
They radiate spasms and read
Trotsky.
They will drink your lager and kill you in pool.
They are friends with fuguers cove.
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