Brighten Tompkins - Murder Machine

Gentleman, I've come to town
And you want to reprimand me now
But you can't
Oh, you're far from everything we are
You're old, so your power
Underlines your cheap excuse for hate
Hold it to the fire, we wanted you to benefit us
What do you want from me?
You want me to be a murder machine?
To stand on the tallest building of all
And scream at the top of my lungs
Praise the lord for all of the dead
I'll love this country until my deathbed
Praise the lord for all of the dead
I'll love this country until my deathbed

What do you want from me?
You want me to be a murder machine?
To stand on the tallest building of all
And scream at the top of my lungs
Praise the lord for all of the dead
I'll love this country until my deathbed
Praise the lord for all of the dead
I'll love this country until my deathbed

Written by:
Brighten Tompkins

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