Rebel Funeral March Songtext
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Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic
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This war machine cannot be seen by you or me
Deep inside your mother′s womb
A fire burns.

Got to get me into War

There were delays
And indecision
And into the mountains
They ran in droves
Got to get

Deep inside your fathers wound a creature stirs
Can you feel his glassy eye of doom
As he feeds you lies?
I'm going downtown, downtown, have a real good time
Going to the Brickyard, and the Cobalt,
We′ll have a real good time


Got to get me into war
There were delays
And indecision
And into the mountain
They ran in droves
Got to get

You're not the one
You're not the one
You′re not the one
You′re not the one
You're not my Maryanne
You′re not my Wonderland
I'm just no superstar
You′re not my Wonderland

She arrived in a silver car
He was armed to the teeth yet he knew he was beat
As he lookup down into her eyes
With a hole in his ass as he laid in the grass
And she laughed as she watched him cry,
Die,
Lie.