Текст песни Lamb Of God - O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.
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Hate. Falling three feet to the ground.Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love.Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot,another victim of the lower hate.You are not my god. You think this is funny don`t you pig?How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state sanctioned soles,but what is he laughing at?There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace.Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heelsfalling down like the rain outside.Oh yeah bitch, I`m gonna remember your face your name your number;and when I crawl out of this hole I`m going to make you all mine.Auschwitz Kent State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco.