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Transmission world war, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound ground
Ain't no shelter if looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal

As the polls close like a casket on devoured
A silent play on the of power
A monopolized
The eye on choice disguised

out, Guerilla radio
Turn shit up
Lights out, Guerilla
that shit up

Was it cast for the who burn and toil
Or for the vultures who for blood and oil?
A spectacle
hold the reins and stole your eyes

The fistagons, bullets and
Who staff the Who staff the party ranks?
for Gore or the son of the drug Lord
None of the above, fuck it, cut the

Lights out, Guerilla
Turn shit up
out, Guerilla radio
Turn shit up

Lights out, radio
that shit up

Guerilla
it now