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Well I seldom have a crevice
And a caravelle of sand
Caught him in the market
And he came and hit the band
Want to only walk it
Find his only cane
Point of view well I can’t do they may mange
Gonna mange
Well I saw the gun a coming
I saw the train about
Everyone is always on the commandant have out
Long tall wafers of landed every range
Woe woe woe woe having some thing rage
Going on away, going on away, going on away
Well these leaders go on mumbling
About some other land
And they got them funny haircuts
Cause their barber talks to geese
A following of soldiers
With promises of food
A following of people
Who won’t stand up and kill
Well their suits they always look like
They’re made from duffle bags
And sometimes they wear medals
The stake is hiding sows
If anyone corrupts them
It has to be the West
Is everyone afraid of them
Does anybody care
Does anybody realize
These guys aren’t really there
Come on folks get real
Just cause they’re crazy
Doesn’t mean they’re special and you got to follow these fuckers
You go girl
See that guy over there with that funny haircut
And all those medals
You do what he says
You know I think I’d like to conquer some people today
I think I’ll cut off their arms and legs first
Cause it will make it easier for them to fight

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from Only Righteousness And Not Justice, track released January 1, 2002

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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