And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
I wish that my bullets had found some new homes
In those Quislings who sold out the patriot gnomes
Photo by The Monarch!
And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
I wish that my bullets had found some new homes
In those Quislings who sold out the patriot gnomes
Photo by The Monarch!