Longhare - Die, Commie Bastard!

Die, die, die, die, die - 'cause of my lie
Die, die, die, die, die - there's bigger fish to fry
Die, die, die, die, die - it got caught in my fly
Die, die, die, die, die - in a bloody shepher's pie

Die you commie bastard - I think you had it comin'
I'm the evil lord-slave-master - my grip will squeeze you faster
Vietnam after Korea - Iran and also Cuba
So much chaos to create - got work in Venezuela

Die, die, die...
Me and hellfire demon - bonded by our own mother
The US of A - bestower of our freedom
In service of Satan - with a mouthful of God
A gold-tipped eagle - breaking from the skies

Die, die, die, die die you commie bastard - I think you had it comin'

It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood
If you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself
Until they become conscious they will never rebel and until they rebelled they cannot become conscious
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness
(Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four)

Written by:
Mateo Gojević, Teo Grlica

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