Wild Throne - Trans

Transplant those cowards
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Fucking transplant the bastards
And there's a million fucking people playing victim
Gonna show you what they've got
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Transplant this buzzard
Is this what you'd pay for?
There'll be a million fucking people playing victim
Gonna show you what they've got

And they liked you the way you were
They don't like you the way you are
No, lying through your teeth with your faint-hearted fire
As these basque rats they turn on each other
And the shrikes they return from the warfare
Bleeding white from the dunes in the sky
Castrate the bastard

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Transplant this buzzard
Trans
Is this what you'd pay for?
And there's a million fucking people playing victim
Gonna show you what they've got
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Castrate the bastards
Trans
Is this what you'd pay for?
There'll be a million fucking people playing victim
Gonna show you what they've got

And she would sing to him
Unarmed as there was a flash from behind in his memory
Ostracizing him from his own limbs
(And I would sing to him)
(As he slept standing up)
(With his eyes open)

The vermin and vultures