Tactical Destruction Lyrics

Comrades. America is a whorehouse, where the revolutionary ideals of your forefathers are bought and sold in the alleyways of capitalism. If i here a chopper, you're dead. comrades, if a fox stole your chickens, would you slaughter your pig because it saw the fox? Can't afford to be crying anymore now, I don't want you to be crying to me ever again never do it, not as long as you live. I'll show you how soviet dies. The hate will burn you up, it keeps me warm inside. Comrades kill all of them, every last one of them. Die yankee, die

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