Violence Is Golden

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Violence, (oh no!) is golden. aa-aa-aa-aa-ah!

Violence, (oh no!) is golden. aa-aa-aa-aa-ah!



Pass another plate of shrapnel, sprinkle it with tnt;

Gotta have another grenade salad, split it with your enemy.

Gotta sell another uzi, maybe couple 44 mags,

Got a wife and a kid to support, and a payment on the jag.

Won't you try this personal bazooka, make you feel like a man,

Show the little girls what's what by the size of the thunder in your hands.

Take a pocketful of teflon bullets, maybe 'nother tommy gun,

Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run.

Take it from me, son - you can have a lot of fun!



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Pass another fleet of b-1 bombers, grab an m-16,

Buildin' chevies was never the fun of buildin' up the war machine.

Got a rocket in my pocket and it's ready, do you think we can deal?

Got a year-end sale goin' on, you can see the appeal;

'cause i'm sellin' both sides of the fence, that be the name of the game,

I don't care about your silly little struggle, money's colored all the same.

Take a handful of star wars missiles, maybe super laser gun,

Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run.

Take it from me, son - we can have a lot of fun!



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