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Iron Boots Take Control

Take control, it's our time, no excuses and no more lies, in a time and a place where wealth is king, we come here to escape those things, and I won'

fall Janie took a razor blade and cut off all her hair Had swastikas and iron crosses tattooed everywhere And she can't concentrate on anything but hate And she's out of control

let's take it to the square where Boot Camp is bang Like Iron Mike, fresh out, on this hunt for gold Tell Frankie, throw the Cutlass on cruise control

and fall Janie took a razor blade and cut off all her hair Had swastikas and iron crosses tattooed everywhere And she can't concentrate on anything but hate And she's out of control