Joe and the Weasels - Mining to Hell | Текст песни

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our fathers, dying, had us.
our mothers tore in half.
we do not belong.
mining to Hell we laugh.

Weasel body, human brain.
it was written by Joe that we would reign.
the land was ours, the turnips, too.
we gave it up to make it through

may all life prosper without gin, turnips, or lust

Mining to Hell

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