Radical Graves
by Alligator Indian
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Digital Album
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Nazi Werewolves Fuck Off
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More Ghost Stories
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about
All songs written and recorded by Alligator Indian.
© Alligator Indian, 2011.
© Alligator Indian, 2011.
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released 31 October 2011
Harrison/Torrealba/Vinson
Harrison/Torrealba/Vinson
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Jun 28Asheville, NC
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Dec 2010
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- Track Name: Nazi Werewolves Fuck Off
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Come on man, throw me in the shower
I've been waiting in this line for hours
You boys better do your worse
You'll have to drag me out of here in a mother fucking hearse
Cus, if you turn your back at all
We're gonna slaughter the root and watch the grunts fall
I've got a pistol and it's packed full of bullets
The metal is silver and the moon is full, yeah
Nazi werewolves fuck off!
Kill all the reichanthropes
Nazi werewolves fuck off!
Kill the third reichanthropes
Gonna hunt every one of you down
Make you watch while your pups get drowned
Then we're gonna put two in your chest
Throw you on the pyre with all of the rest
Cus, if you turn your back at all
We're gonna slaughter the root and watch the grunts fall
I've got a pistol and it's packed full of bullets
The metal is silver and the moon is full, yeah
Nazi werewolves fuck off!
Kill all the reichanthropes
Nazi werewolves fuck off!
Kill the third reichanthropes
Cus, if you turn your back at all
We're gonna slaughter the root and watch the grunts fall
I've got a pistol and it's packed full of bullets
The metal is silver and the moon is full, yeah
Nazi werewolves fuck off!
Nazi werewolves fuck off! - Track Name: More Ghost Stories
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By the creek, fire burns, rodents squeak, cobwebs spun
Here I am, all alone, I'll never leave my spectral home
