Suckin wishes from the television everyone's to blame
There's a carcass in the livingroom but everything's the same
If I lied about the truth it wasn't meant to cause you pain
I'm just avoiding declaration of war
I signed the dotted line with a gun to my head
I ran all the way here but you were already dead
I only needed twenty-five got a million instead
And I still just wanted more
We the people
There's blood upon the steeple
Your life is even cheaper than the gun in my hand
Time for purging
There's feces on the virgin
Love is just a word that we will never understand
Open up the door and let the dogs feel the fire
Another maggot in the womb and every mother is a liar
Still our cup it runneth over with incurable desire
And there's a baby lying on the floor
Semi-automatic on the Lazy Boy Express
A man is still a man if you put him in a dress
Now they're all just having heart attacks from beating on their chests
Won't you give your will to live to the poor
We the people
There's blood upon the steeple
Your life is even cheaper than the gun in my hand
Time for purging
There's feces on the virgin
Love is just a word that we will never understand
Trole Bros - We the People Lyrics
Trole Bros - We the People Lyrics
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Suckin wishes from the television everyone's to blame
There's a carcass in the livingroom but everything's the same
If I lied about the truth it wasn't meant to cause you pain
I'm just avoiding declaration of war
I signed the dotted line with a gun to my head
I ran all the way here but you were already dead
I only needed twenty-five got a million instead
And I still just wanted more
We the people
There's blood upon the steeple
Your life is even cheaper than the gun in my hand
Time for purging
There's feces on the virgin
Love is just a word that we will never understand
Open up the door and let the dogs feel the fire
Another maggot in the womb and every mother is a liar
Still our cup it runneth over with incurable desire
And there's a baby lying on the floor
Semi-automatic on the Lazy Boy Express
A man is still a man if you put him in a dress
Now they're all just having heart attacks from beating on their chests
Won't you give your will to live to the poor
We the people
There's blood upon the steeple
Your life is even cheaper than the gun in my hand
Time for purging
There's feces on the virgin
Love is just a word that we will never understand
There's a carcass in the livingroom but everything's the same
If I lied about the truth it wasn't meant to cause you pain
I'm just avoiding declaration of war
I signed the dotted line with a gun to my head
I ran all the way here but you were already dead
I only needed twenty-five got a million instead
And I still just wanted more
We the people
There's blood upon the steeple
Your life is even cheaper than the gun in my hand
Time for purging
There's feces on the virgin
Love is just a word that we will never understand
Open up the door and let the dogs feel the fire
Another maggot in the womb and every mother is a liar
Still our cup it runneth over with incurable desire
And there's a baby lying on the floor
Semi-automatic on the Lazy Boy Express
A man is still a man if you put him in a dress
Now they're all just having heart attacks from beating on their chests
Won't you give your will to live to the poor
We the people
There's blood upon the steeple
Your life is even cheaper than the gun in my hand
Time for purging
There's feces on the virgin
Love is just a word that we will never understand
Writer: George Taylor
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