Retarded Log - Pigeon | Текст песни

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Stepping on a pigeon
Seeing how its guts came out
It's like the religion
Thing i cannot live without

Its grey wings are broken
And its brains are on the ground
If you give me one more chance
We will have another round

This kill wasn't my main mission
I'm not a crazy psycho
I will take this pity pigeon
And will make some tasty gyro

Violence! Murder! Vengeance! Crusher!
Slaughter! Bloodbath! Carnage! Death!

Repentance! Sorrow! Chagrin! Anguish!
Little pigeon! Where's your last breath?

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