The Bucket of Blood at the end of rainbow

[stilltrucking]

Where to start
the killing
location
doesn't matter
When is everything
Time and chance

Looking for a fight
I can't stand the impotent rage.
too many oily rainbows
ah the rants and ravings of an ageing child

too many heroes
to many patriotic ditties
Waltz me Matilda
Waltz me in my sweet babies arms.

As tech
technical warriors
we cock our thumbs
we must mourn the dead heroes
we honor their sacrifice

sweet baby jesus
we sing so sweetly
Aztec hyms of peace

Two thousand year old man knows the score.