never ending job of death


oh the never ending job of death
they make us kill night and day
they always make us do it just
their way
oh the never ending job of death

oh the never ending job of death
sometimes they make us kill in
hideous ways they never give
us any praise
oh the never ending job of death

oh the never ending job of death
we love it when its a bomb and a
family and they are all in pieces
we laughed so hard when we mixed
up the aunts uncles and nieces
oh the never ending job of death

oh the never ending job of death
sometimes they yell out kill all
the rest they still expect us to
our best oh the never ending job
of death.

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