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Born and bred on the frontlines
In a mid-east hot-zone
A state of piss
On the catwalk drag the disfigured supermodels
The shell-shocked and the crippled elite

Bombs blasting every night
Scorching everything in hi-res sights
The entire worlds fuel to feed our fire
And honey, its burning bright tonight

Hardline
Here's some mid-east piece of mind
I've seen enough wars to last a lifetime
Born on the frontlines

Cruise missiles, five stars
And asses to burn
Got a mushroom garden in the desert
And the mind to make it bloom
Got multi-billion dollar scythe
And I've been bored for far too long
It's itching like a motherfucker
Get me to the DEFCON room

Hardline
Here some mid-east
Pissed off youth burning up with fever
Injecting venom to the world
Evolution of god-syndrome
Feel the pulse
Spreading down the spine
It burns

Come see the world police and the sand-niggers
Go at it again
Get your gold ring ticket today
You can pay in oil barrels
Or fast food restaurant chains
Off to the race tracks
Where it's every race for itself
Euro trash, Rednecks
Skinnies and Hajis
Everybody gets a chance
Odds are 1 to 6 billion
So what would it be
Ragheads to riches
Body-bags in ditches
It's a split second difference
So be quick on your feet.
Strapped to a bomb on the main gas pipeline
Don't sweat it
I do it every time
Let see you call my bluff
With (all of) wall-street up your ass
While were dismantling human bombs,
In our war-torn streets, you be paparazzing
Another pop star's pink star shit
Have no illusions, when we fall,
You'll take the next shift

That's the god-damned truth
And when it hits
It's concrete