Post #1786101
2026-04-17 06:41 UTC
Born shiny bullets in an army of ants
Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants
Big titties, big titties
Well we holler and we burn down cities
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground
Shootin' up the town by stayin' in the holе 'til Jimmy Hoffa is found
With my boots on the ground
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@allsumnull@mastodon.cloud 2026-04-17 06:42
Well, something goеs tink when the cardrige is spent Where do you think all your cartilage went? Boots on the ground, boots on the ground Now who the hell are these federal pricks? Hiding in the Senate like a bloated-ass tick Air-conditioned fuckstick loafers Sittin' in a room full of army posters A coal to a diamond, a vote into law They campaign up all the blood they can draw Mold your world, a soldier's just clay How much does every soldier weigh?