Tactical Destruction letra

Comrades. America is a whorehouse, where the revolutionary ideals of your forefathers are bought and sold in the alleyways of capitalism.
If i here a chopper, you're dead.
comrades, if a fox stole your chickens, would you slaughter your pig because it saw the fox?

Can't afford to be crying anymore now, I don't want you to be crying to me ever again never do it, not as long as you live.
I'll show you how soviet dies.
The hate will burn you up, it keeps me warm inside.

Comrades kill all of them, every last one of them.
Die yankee,
die.

Graf Orlock - Letras

• 50 Year Storm
• A Chat with the Pentagon
• A Misappropriation of Sector Resources
• A Shocking Interrogation
• Big mouth
• Border Crossing
• Breaking free
• Captives of the Thuggee
• Corpserate Greed
• Dutch and the Demon
• Finish what you've started
• Game Time
• Hauser
• High hopes
• Hold your ground
• Improvement Society
• Marmot
• Massacre!/Main Title
• No reason why
• Not Economically Viable
• Personal Stuff
• Picnic at the Galleria
• Prove It
• Rotten Kid
• Tactical Destruction
• The Dream Left Behind
• Todd and Janelle