

BrandingThrown onto the tracks with ten cans and a sleeper, Trying to race against time as the odds get steeper, Lights in the distance, here comes the beast now, Here is the moment, we must stop it somehow, Sand slicks the tracks, the signal flicks red, The beast rolls to a stop as if shot dead, The time comes now to complete the task, Slide on the gloves and pull down the mask, Approach the sleeping giant and caress it's hardened side, Tread carefully among these moulded tracks on which these monsters glide, Take the weapons from the bag and spray the agent in the air, And come hell,Branding
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....Kid Aint....
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well i thought it was funny..
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--"Two Good Old Boys In A Fire Apple Red Convertible Tooling Along The Strip In Vegas...Stoned...Ripped...Twisted"--
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