Album: Chemical Playschool Volume 3

See the slaughter,
hear the laughter.
They were gathered on the lawn.

Flags are flying,
soldiers crying in their dapper uniforms.
Glad he ate her.
Raised to save her.
All the thumbs were pointing down.
Blade descending;
party's ending.
They threw off their dressing gowns,
and screwed for the Empire.
Screwed for the Queen.

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