Fire, flames, gas and guns
I've run out of the good bread buns
Helmets, shirts, mags and pants
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Ashes Of The Penny Pinchers
Fire, flames, gas and guns
I've run out of the good bread buns
Helmets, shirts, mags and pants
All I've found to eat is ants
Whoosh, boom, boom, pow
Sniff sniff, choke choke
I cannot be seen with thee
No one wants to hang Auschwitz me