DAVID GERARDINO (9/19/1963)
BIG FLAT BED TRUCKS...
BIG flat bed trucks, with their cold flags
snaping in the air, their eyes are full of
hate, and their hands are waiting for the
next civil war, .
BIG flat bed trucks, with their dogs in the
back, they teach the dog to bite, then give
the dog a beer.
BIG flat bed trucks, with their guns loaded,
and ready to go, theres a sighn on their
door, of a man from the KKK.
BIG flat bed truck, will soon run out of gas.
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