# 302: Chant of the Dead

shit hole countries
shit hole countries
shit hole countries of the dead

down at the cunt-root
that pierces my head
wide awake in my shitty bed

swarming from our shitty holes
and up from the shit hole country of the dead
there is one promise that is said

an underground burrito made of lead
down by the cunt-root that pierces my head
shall be your bed