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Gang Of Thieves Lyrics - Year Of The Crow - State Radio

It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land 

Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand 

We had a hard time but we tried to understand 

These born-again gunpoint libertines 

 

Then they sold us down the face 

Of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea 

Hold me now it's the evil liberator 

And he's coming with a gang of thieves 

 

In the firelight of the torched out refineries 

He sat upright, the poster boy for the IMC 

And a poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes 

Sure as a blind man does not see the floor, yeah 

 

Then they sold us down the face 

Of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea 

Hold me now it's the evil liberator 

And he's coming with a gang of thieves 

 

And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium 

Let's go, let's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from 

We're hiding in the wings, we're the super neo-cons 

We got bombs, they got barrels of gasoline 

 

You know you'll have it coming 

If you say that there was nothing to see 

 

In the desert night they listened for the 

Baying of the hounds but it wasn't quite right 

No sign of the weather underground and they were keepin' a sharp eye 

They never saw what they had found at last it was only you and me 

 

Well they sold us down the face 

Of the mighty river, sold turpentine for tea 

Hold me now it's the evil liberator 

And he's coming with a gang of thieves 

 

They say no battleship too big for the war emporium 

Let's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from 

We're hiding in the wings, we're the super neo-cons 

We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline, oh yeah oh yeah 

 

No battleship too big for your war emporium 

Let's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from 

We're hiding in the wings, we're the super neo-cons 

We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline 

 

You know you'll have it coming 

If you say that there was nothing to see 

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