Dos Gringos S.o.s.
There is a place down in the South where a host of demons
dwell
It's a product of your nightmares - Dante's worst vision
of hell
They'll torture you with briefings 'til your will to live
is gone
They'll take five weeks of your short life and flush it
down the john
It's a harvester of evil
That no one can control
And it's here to take your soul
Don't try to fight it
There's nothing you can do
S.O.S. is coming for you
The leadership instruction only Satan could devise
One whiff of this shit and you will want to gouge out
both your eyes
Scream about it all you want you'll only waste your
breath
Between this and death by bonga bonga you'll choose death
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