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M.I.C.
Lyrics
It's time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel and limbs for lumber
They just wanted more machines
For their modern war machines
M.I.C.
Am I seeing it right?
M.I.C.
Must be time to fight, fight, fight
M.I.C.
War machine is growing
M.I.C.
I'm not fucking going
Time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel, your limbs for lumber
They just wanted more machines
For their modern war machines
M.I.C.
Am I seeing it right?
M.I.C.
Must be time to fight
M.I.C.
War machine is growing
M.I.C.
I'm not fucking going
I'm not fucking going
I'm not fucking going
I'm fucking going
Writer(s): Robert Mould
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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