Million Bullets
One million big bullets
All being made rapid
Sent over to Ukraine
To kill Russians
Blow them to bits
Big artillery on the way!
Fired by hundreds of guns
Each one lethal
Ready to get you
A good Russian
Is a dead one
Deaded by Yankee 155s
Fired by Ukrainians
Protecting their land
From Putin and his hordes
America makes a profit
From selling big bullets
To blitz Russians
For their freedom!
Race 2
Same old shit going down
Graves of men now silent
Nowt much happening here
Just dead bodies buried
After being riddled blasted
Russians killed by Ukrainians
Prisoners mostly of Wagner
Sentences cut lives now cut
Politicians bathe in blood
They had quite a run
Still race in Part 2
Race 1 was a loss
No victory only death
Plus injuries and ruin
Battlefield injuries extreme
It's fine there's time
So much time here
Satan has all the time
In the world
Wait and see
Can't Forget
One call a week
Hope you remember
Your mum's number
Or who will you call
You fully remember
Your friend's death
But her number
You forgot...
See hear all quiet/fresh snow breezy air clear air/broken men lie there
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