Bài hát Green Gang Báo Lỗi

Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine. Blister wine

Burns the inside . . . (They flew in a line over poppy fields.

They'd drop and they'd blast their supply. On demand!

They persist. They pervert. They command: "RED alert."

And green burns to yellow, to orange, to dirt covered

Baby bones in powder piles. Mile after mile. And a

Line costs a dime. A slaughter's a quarter. Yes, the

Green God's immortal, whispers "Peace in our time." RED alert!

Here come the Green Gang . . . .