.I'll smoke me a cigarette
And turn into a world war vet.
Now all I need's a complex and a gun
For me to shoot my brother with.
And all the babies look the same
But I still give 'em different names.
They grow up in a complex with a gun
That they can shoot their mothers with.<.>
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