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Napalm Train, last run.
Napalm Train, last run.
I hear the no-good rails.
I hear the no-good rails
of a napalm train.

I pay my boy to lay on top of me.
Be my guardian, boy, deliver me.
Use your wand to make a magic wall,
before God's killing of us all
with a napalm train.

A tick-tock tremble running through the world.
A shake-down shamble lets a sugared squirrel
lay out the pulley of the land,
signed in his alphabetal hand.
It's a napalm train.

We deserve what we're gonna get.
We deserve what we're gonna get
from a napalm train.

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