fibers blow in the eastern wind
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spread through the will of the people within
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inhabitants are in for the shock of their lives
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when the predator flies tonight
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microwave antenna with the TV eye
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video shoots as the wicked drive by
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gps is tracking from an eight mile high
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and the company drones are flyin
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chemical skies hang gray to red
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funeral procession to the field of the dead
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word goes out through the kids in the town
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better stay inside when the hit comes down
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a figure in the shadow of a low hallway
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papers and a package more than two years pay
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translator listens on a closed circuit line to the voice of the mastermind
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and it’s time
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(time time time…)
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Waitin for the rain to drop
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(time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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(time time time.)
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waitin for the rain to drop.
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(time time time.)
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no better friend, no worse enemy
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gear wheels grind in the red hot sand
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dust don’t compromise the infrared scan
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body heat triggers, a lubricant responds
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but there aint no soul to feel
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drone plane flies in the broad day light
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guided to its target by a satallite
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cellphone detonates a road side bomb
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while the disco-tech burns to a techno song
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(time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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(Time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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(time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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time time time…)
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no better friend no worse enemy
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(time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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(time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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(time time time…)
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waitin for the rain to drop
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(time time time…)
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no better friend no worse enemy.
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(fibers blow in the eastern wind
|
spread through the will of the people within
|
inhabitants are in for the shock of their lives
|
when the predator flies tonight
|
a figure in the shadow of a low hallway
|
papers and a package more than two years pay
|
translator listens on a closed circuit line to the voice of the mastermind) |