Order For The New Slave Trade lyrics

After clearing his throatThe speaker read from the manuscriptOnly forty-percent of all participants have remained alcoholic.And we began to discuss amongst ourselvesThe possibility for a dream-filled holidayOrder for the new slave tradeNew flag blowingWe’ve used up our mindsWe had no way of knowingOld flag burningWe’ve lost our soulsThere’ll be no returningWe’ve diverted backTo the stretch rackOnly this timeWe won’t snap backWhile crossing the parking lotA stranger approached meHanded me a gunHe said meet me in the ashesOf the old cityAnd we’re bound.....To have.....Some fun.
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