Consequences from War by Wyld Katz

Now the sun sets
Today is gonna be something until
Panned out thoughts and things
This is not a star
They just want one for the proper lungs
This will only make them think
That they idiots for thinking
A baby boy,
Has a place in church
We will be there consequences
That they have never seen
We will stab them with our swords
And feed them gasoline

We will have our ancient sun back
If it's the last thing that we do
Cuz now the sun sets on the east
The sun will set on you

WE will know our chant
We will know our power
You will know our strength
You will know our power
You will know our strength
You will feel our power

These are the consequences
Of your Eastern Promises
These ones
We will stab you
We will mug you
We will throw you off
Embalm it on your faces
And your daughters will be bald

The sun sets on you
Your daughters will be bald
The sun will set on you
Your daughters will be bald

And we will have our
Ancient baby

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