Battlefield 5

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bed time militias don't feel safe unless

in danger teeing off at breaking links

patriot missives from hollowood stars

for atmosphere it's past between the wars

of rich hobos much grumbling in the ranks

say yellow brick roads to they shall not pass

whoever saw the preacher ride his ass

through Babel gates held down by hover tanks

just watch as their best minds trip on the shores

while all they pack are fuel deficient cars

free transfat food and taste disposal sinks

that put no end to the godawful mess

behold the nation gave the humble sting

a new decade of life drove out the king

headphones on kids & family guys play

silence shake this floor of the building

drive little pony wagon circles

back to the furniture of the West

get thee face paint protection witness

back up the nursery bedknobs &

broomsticks for muskets sandbags pillows

c'mon you zombie hides we is ready

boy do those death jackets run us close

thrown out their god with the dishwasher

how many lives you had Bud got one

shucks they sure keep surging round for more

no Ma'am bedtime ain't due till we're through

Pa's turn to do the fort anyhow

yes sir game never starts till it's over

dead men on sticks don't fumble at the catch

aiming sightless becomes the blind rover

for he who dips his oar dares a re-match

point the way Methuselah won't delay

yr welcome any time you want take off

players the umpire called peace is gay

hand ball clean bowled or side-lined at the cuff

links and flog a laugh from the derrières

of horse's rights go diva saddle up

Pompey call off duty pillow fighters

dream on suicide storm in stirrup cup 

ain't those death flirts left you sleepy at all
sonny boy no girl throw that dicey ball

Jan '14

Never Play!