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I'd plead
My campaign
But the bullets
Stole my name
They swallowed my vaccine
When the bullets
Killed their gene
Someone make a toast
To the claustrophobic host
Raise your glass
Of mud and ash
See what hurts the most
Guests
Preen and pose
Blowing bullets
Out their nose
They whinny and they bray
Sending bullets
On their way
Someone make a toast
To the claustrophobic host
Raise your glass
Of mud and ash
See what hurts the most
Shoes
Filled with lead
When the bullets
Rear their heads
Fingers twitch and sweat
From the bullet's
Silhouette
Someone make a toast
To the claustrophobic host
Raise your glass
Of mud and ash
See what hurts the most
