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Pain Killer

by PIG

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1.
There’s an angel calling in my head Every word is true And there’s a devil whoring in my bed Coming straight for you Creeps like doubt inside the room Pain is God As the prayer of doom is striking noon Going boom boom boom Boom boom boom Pain is God Pain is God Pain is God Pain is God I won’t give you a single breath my every word is true All the poison in my soul is coming straight at you I will be complete I will bathe your feet I will fill and feed I will eat and need I unrest in peace Give me sweet relief Let me run and hide from the beast inside My pain is good My pain is God Oh feel the rush and rise Don't spare the rod Pain is God Oh give me something to feel I must believe Pain is God The throne of mercy beats bitter proof The unbelievable and bloody truth It’s been too late for far too long My belief was branded wrong Pain is God My pain is good My pain is God Oh feel the rush and rise Don't spare the rod Pain is God I will be complete I will bathe your feet I will fill and feed I will eat and need I unrest in peace Give me sweet relief Let me run and hide from the beast inside There’s an angel calling in my head The Devil is whoring in my bed There’s an angel calling in my head The Devil is whoring in my bed My pain is good My pain is God Oh feel the rush and rise Don't spare the rod Pain is God
2.
The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done The clawing sawing cutting cure Jesus barters for the pure In your demon dreams the new machines Will decline and fall or the poison calls The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done God knows how and God knows why The truth is wrapped inside a lie Inside a lie Inside a lie The seed of evil’s running thru ya Now I’m singing hallelujah The duty bound feed the dirty noise And the seed of evil’s acting coy In your demon dreams the new machines Will decline and fall or the poison calls The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done Are you feeling lucky? God knows how and God knows why The truth is wrapped inside a lie The seed of evil needs to feed The seed of evil says believe The cream-fed vicious victims lick And like to kiss before they’re sick In your demon dreams the new machines Will decline and fall or the poison calls The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done When you’re done When you’re done If you’re lucky...
3.
It’s how we come and how we go Ich will Schmerz Du bist Gott Finde mich In Sex und Tod Sex Death - Sex Death Sex and death is come and go The flesh and blood red rodeo Sex and death is come to feed Sacrifice with your dirty seed I took the hand and I begged for mercy I took the dirty dollar and I begged for more The perfect god of all forgiveness Will rip and rage and whip you raw Jesus I have sinned regardless With the sick and slaves to darkness Wooed by shepherds’ lamentations And your faithless congregations With your highwire vampire fire Ride the coattails of desire Fed by filth and discipline Light your nitroparaffin I read the atlas of the damned and offered up my blood-soaked hand To the death mask kiss and guillotine Chewing rubber on methamphetamine Ich will Schmerz Du bist Gott Finde mich In Sex und Tod Sex Death - Sex Death I see Johnny’s on the juice With a Bowie knife and a golden goose Lie lie on a lulu moon There’s a ghost waiting in your room There’s a ghost waiting in your room... I raised my gallows like a steeple Put Semtex halos on the people The altar is my concubine Battlefield and borderline Ich will Schmerz Du bist Gott Finde mich In Sex und Tod Sex Death - Sex Death Is all we know The come and go The flesh and blood Red rodeo I see Johnny’s on the juice With a Bowie knife and a golden goose Lie lie on a lulu moon There’s a ghost waiting in your room Sex Death - Sex Death
4.
If it’s not now it’s yet to come The pain in the painting isn’t done The readiness is all The last hurrah the curtain call The bitter church of the new today The best and the worst of the poison way It ain’t no shame but a shame for you The lie came up and the lie was true The puritans of the torture tide With a cattle prod so open wide Hung on the magic meat hook trick Killed with a cure but never sick This good for nothing nothing good Dirt that hides beneath my hood Bump and bruise on the bitter storm In the tyranny of the uninformed I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick See my celluloid eyes I bruise I break I bleed I will rise Pearls lost in my pain Like tears in rain Sacrifice and suffer no more Suffer no more I hear the note of death you sing Strangled in the noose you spin Between the tears that never dry The stones you fling and the long goodbye Buy yourself with your own fuck money In Streetwalk City come strut with honey Kiss the lip gloss drip disaster Oh my slave and master I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick See my celluloid eyes I bruise I break I bleed I will rise Pearls lost in my pain Like tears in rain Sacrifice and suffer no more Suffer no more Suffer no more Sacrifice and suffer no more Be my tabernacle and my proof I’m the prostitute of truth The fashion is infection Testament to misdirection Just a sight just a sign To touch the hem of the divine With secret words the soiled skin Your secret god could take me in I’m sick I’m sick I’m sick See my celluloid eyes I bruise I break I bleed I will rise Pearls lost in my pain Like tears in rain Sacrifice and suffer no more Suffer no more...
5.
I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul … I’m the acid Caesar of agony A pimped up rock n roll refugee Your Judas kiss on my screen Spits venom into my dream Poison Jesus feed me please The Devil’s drug I’m on my knees I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul My fierce freaks and side show bitches Burn and beat my rage to riches With a beat so hard and a beat so strong My blessed torture all night long Poison Jesus feed me please The Devil’s drug I’m on my knees I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul The acid Caesar of agony A pimped up rock n roll refugee I’m the acid Caesar of agony A pimped up rock n roll refugee I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul I love the smell of rock n roll Burning holes inside my soul
6.
Sing the chord of truth Lost whoring for the proof Put the taser on your teeth Feel the stick that brings belief Big sale on the coma dream Tune out from the daily scream Time’s up in tinsel town The neon demon’s clown See the poison is dripping And the mask that is slipping With the dirty temptation In the new isolation The reign in terror town Where all my dreams have drowned Into divine descent My sins I do repent The reign in terror town Repent Repent Nailed to the poison tree The demon seed sets you free Burns the bishop’s bile Judge and jury of the trial Truth is television Breathe the lie into submission With the beaten and the bored Unbelieved and overawed The poison is dripping And the mask that is slipping With the dirty temptation In the new isolation The reign in terror town Where all my dreams have drowned Into divine descent My sins I do repent I heard you beat the odds Tuned in the newest gods And bribed the crooked crown To reign in terror town Cut the holy mountain Part the bloody sea The purest of the pure Hanging on my dirty tree With second sight and visions The inquisition’s free From digital decisions To feed the free and brave The reign in terror town Where all my dreams have drowned Into divine descent My sins I do repent Repent Put the taser on your teeth Feel the stick that brings belief Put the taser on your teeth In the new isolation Feel the stick that brings belief In the new isolation
7.
I’ve got a church with a shiny star A little pistol and a candy bar Every trigger wants a bullet And every bully wants to pull it An invitation to the latest plague From the god for the toxic age Rampage revolution riot Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Rampage revolution riot Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Hell to pay in the USA There’s hell to pay in the USA Hell to pay in the USA At one with the devil in the new decay Hell to pay in the USA Salivating like a hungry dog You got a spoilt and jealous god What you own ain’t what you are A little tool with a tiny car Your messiah with another name A little finger that will point and blame Rampage revolution riot Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Rampage revolution riot Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Hell to pay in the USA There’s hell to pay in the USA Hell to pay in the USA At one with the devil in the new decay Hell to pay in the USA Hell to pay in the USA I’ve got a church with a shiny star A little pistol and a candy bar A little pistol and a candy bar A little pistol and a candy bar Hell to pay in the USA Hell to pay in the USA Rampage revolution riot Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Rampage revolution riot Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Up against the wall if you don’t go quiet Up against the wall ... Don’t go quiet
8.
I was born screaming astride the grave to a whiplash chemical bombing slave Hanging off a millstone nailed to the teeth of Jesus that marked me fail The clock is crawling up to noon Judgement day is coming soon Suck it all up and Americanise And teach your god to weaponise I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues Turn my monkey wrench and screw Blitz and purge my vicious tongue Cut my teeth and aim this gun The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth Hurt seeks out the holy temple Fury meets the fundamental Feel the faith is wearing thin On barren bones belief begins Suck it all up and Americanise And teach your god to weaponise Burn your beliefs at the witching hour Turn off reason and up the power Now the rats rule the night With a baseball bat and pure delight The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night The supernova technique trap Of every pain upon the map The rod of rage writes the scar Of the overdose in the hate bazaar The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth Suck it all up and Americanise Teach your god to weaponise Suck it all up and Americanise Teach your god to weaponise I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night Death put your lips on mine My liquor drinking valentine Death put your lips on mine My liquor drinking valentine I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues I turn my monkey wrench and screw Blitz and purge my vicious tongue I cut my teeth and aim this gun The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth
9.
I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart Can’t tear myself away As I tear myself apart I like to fall before I stand with the drugged the dangerous and the damned Let your maggots feed on me A little recipe to set you free Stir with the fat of want and war Cos I am wed to wanting more Row me across the blood red river I can lose myself for ever and ever and ever... I shake I shout it’s mine I swear I was given a sign I shake I shout it’s mine I swear I was given a sign I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart You’re sick spit on my skin And the Devil said come on in You’re sick spit on my skin And the Devil said come on in I’m smashing my transmission towers Cos I’ve been waiting for fucking hours The microphone’s a microscope Picking up a dangerous word like hope Sanctified by the mercy call “Which way will the city fall?” As the crow-fed butcher by another name Was pitching for the custody of pain I shake I shout it’s mine I swear I was given a sign I shake I shout it’s mine I swear I was given a sign I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart Suck suck on the monkey pump It's empty but I’m not drunk Suck suck on the monkey pump It's empty but I’m not drunk You’re sick spit on my skin And the Devil said come on in You’re sick spit on my skin And the Devil said come on in I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart I can’t tear myself away But I’ll tear myself apart
10.
The oldest little bitch in town screams “up to party?” And shoots you down Says you believe and you’ll receive A brand new cure through a new disease The archangel of the dark delights Comes to visit every night You’ll buy the faith buy the fear Put on your uniform and disappear Here comes Venus with the golden pearls Decoder of your unknown worlds The highest priest of the lowest places Feeds the hate in all your sordid spaces Do pious battle on your borders Submitting to the new disorders The oldest little bitch in town screams “up to party?” And shoots us down Shoots us down
11.
Join the empire of the senseless Have your fun with the defenceless Take your conscience by the throat Swear your mobocratic oath Oh yeah Yeah yeah yeah We got beliefs that you will die for I cross my heart I’d never lie or Torture truth and twist the story Or trade up tragedy for glory Mob Mob Mobocracy Mob Mob Mobocracy You detonate like a dirty bomb The never right meets the always wrong In the endless song Mob Mob Mobocracy Mob Mob Mobocracy The obsolete is on repeat The ghost is risen from its sleep A million demons on the pin Dance with the oldest bitter sin Mob Mob Mobocracy Mob Mob Mobocracy You detonate like a dirty bomb The never right meets the always wrong In the endless song Mobocracy don’t reason why Mobocracy says do or die Mobocracy don’t reason why Mobocracy says do or die Do or die Do or die
12.
I’m a man who’s sick but I got class Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass You know I like everything about you The way you’re talking it’s quite exciting Keep me up and hide my face The way I’m eating, it’s a social disgrace I wanna a lot of this loving feeling The way you twist me and I like the bleeding I wanna a lot of this loving feeling The way you twist me and I like the bleeding It’s really neat driving in this car Shut the door Let’s hope to god we can get it right I know a place we can rock alright Nobody’s gonna catch you and get a fright It’s the little one that makes me The big one that breaks me And now it’s later and I’m washing my hands It’s the arena, the promised land And now it’s later and I’m washing my hands In the arena of the promised land Fighting on a price sitting on a stump Someone’s gonna get you then a thump, thump, thump Fighting on a price sitting on a stump Someone’s gonna get you then a thump, thump, thump I’m a man who’s sick but I got class Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass I’m a man who’s sick but I got class Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass Ain’t it funny when it gets so big But I know you’re gonna take everything I give For sure you say it’s a lot of meat But you get it all in and it’s a hell of a treat I’m a man who’s sick But I got class Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass I’m a man who’s sick But I got class Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass I’m a man who’s sick But I got class Cos you only get respect when you’re kickin ass
13.
Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin I’m flying with the queen of bats Drinking venom with the fattest rats Loose the lightening from the bottle The Devil’s boot is on the throttle Tastes like heaven when I’m in hell The silver secret pill don’t tell The spotlight burned the libertine The red priest of the slot machine Give me correction all of the time Ain’t that a line that sticks in mind? Bleep bleep baby bleep The edge of reason is the blade I keep Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin I’m standing in a dead man’s clothes The highest calling with the lowest blows Bleep bleep baby bleep The edge of reason is the blade I keep Rage on benzedrine Flames and gasoline Fed goose step oil you bought unseen from the bargain basement’s broken dream Bleep bleep baby bleep The edge of reason is the blade I keep Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin
14.
Give me the good stuff and turn off the light I’ll hear your confession whispered tonight I can listen for hours Give me conviction Give me crusade And wicked behaviour So this sinner is saved Blame blame baby blame Confession will spell your name with blame Your name in flames and shame Shame on you Blame sister blame Your guilt is purified in flames From blame your name from shame Shame on you Shame on you Shame on you Bring me the good stuff Put out the fire Every transgression and filthy desire See the possessed disciples feast On the famine and gun They’re feeding the beast Jesus... this is piggy Blame blame baby blame Confession will spell your name with blame Your name in flames and shame Shame on you Blame sister blame Your guilt is purified in flames From blame your name from shame Shame on you Shame shame shame shame on you Shame shame shame shame on you Blame blame baby blame Confession will spell your name with blame Your name in flames and shame Shame on you Shame on you You are the curse that I can’t deny You are the curse that’ll never die You are the curse that I can’t deny You are the curse that’ll never die Shame on you Shame on you You are the curse that I can’t deny You are the curse that’ll never die …
15.
The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done The clawing sawing cutting cure Jesus barters for the pure In your demon dreams the new machines Will decline and fall or the poison calls The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done God knows how and God knows why The truth is wrapped inside a lie Inside a lie Inside a lie The seed of evil’s running thru ya Now I’m singing hallelujah The duty bound feed the dirty noise And the seed of evil’s acting coy In your demon dreams the new machines Will decline and fall or the poison calls The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done Are you feeling lucky? God knows how and God knows why The truth is wrapped inside a lie The seed of evil needs to feed The seed of evil says believe The cream-fed vicious victims lick And like to kiss before they’re sick In your demon dreams the new machines Will decline and fall or the poison calls The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done The seed of evil’s empty gun Hell is waiting when you’re done When you’re done When you’re done If you’re lucky...
16.
Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin I’m flying with the queen of bats Drinking venom with the fattest rats Loose the lightening from the bottle The Devil’s boot is on the throttle Tastes like heaven when I’m in hell The silver secret pill don’t tell The spotlight burned the libertine The red priest of the slot machine Give me correction all of the time Ain’t that a line that sticks in mind? Bleep bleep baby bleep The edge of reason is the blade I keep Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin I’m standing in a dead man’s clothes The highest calling with the lowest blows Bleep bleep baby bleep The edge of reason is the blade I keep Rage on benzedrine Flames and gasoline Fed goose step oil you bought unseen from the bargain basement’s broken dream Bleep bleep baby bleep The edge of reason is the blade I keep Slave behave from cradle to grave Save your skin and the wages of sin
17.
Bring out your dead Bring out your dead Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes with a hook and blade And a scar that says you’ve paid Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes like a hand grenade Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved Bring out your dead We’re gonna pole dance for Jesus And burn those books to light the darkness And our pimp will feed us Bring out your dead Sick up your lies Kiss yourself goodbye Dreams fall like fruit and thrills I better take my courage pills Wash your blood in a poison sea In the shadow of the hanging tree Everybody’s coming in a world of blame Take a dollar and shine your name Born in the hungry storm of plenty Filled to the brim but always empty Suckled on a high to get so low I want a cause and a cure to go Bring out your dead Cause they don’t believe you Bring out your dead When no one sees you Swing for your dead Is mercy heard? Sing for your dead With your final word Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes with a hook and blade And a brand new scar that says you’ve paid Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes like a hand grenade Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance The voice in the valley said “TEMPTATION’S talking through the dead” Full speed’s a total stop Ask the god that time forgot The bitter truth like a running sore Is stuck like a pig on your culling claw In the pure poisonous promised land Take the gauntlet not the hand Bring out your dead Cause they don’t believe you Bring out your dead When no one sees you Swing for your dead Is mercy heard? Sing for your dead With your final word Shouting in an empty room The king of dirt and the silent night Renting out a golden tomb To a brand new cult that treats you right With a door that slides like a guillotine Shuts on you every time you scream Bring out your dead Bring out your dead Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes with a hook and blade And a brand new scar that says you’ve paid Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes like a hand grenade Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance Deliverance comes like a running sore Stuck like a pig on your culling claw Deliverance comes like a running sore Stuck like a pig on your culling claw Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes with a hook and blade And a brand new scar that says you’ve paid Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes like a hand grenade Pull for Jesus and you’ll be saved Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance comes like a running sore Stuck like a pig on your culling claw Deliverance is in sight Deliverance comes tonight Deliverance...
18.
Give me the good stuff and turn off the light I’ll hear your confession whispered tonight I can listen for hours Give me conviction Give me crusade And wicked behaviour So this sinner is saved Blame blame baby blame Confession will spell your name with blame Your name in flames and shame Shame on you Blame sister blame Your guilt is purified in flames From blame your name from shame Shame on you Shame on you Shame on you Bring me the good stuff Put out the fire Every transgression and filthy desire See the possessed disciples feast On the famine and gun They’re feeding the beast Jesus... this is piggy Blame blame baby blame Confession will spell your name with blame Your name in flames and shame Shame on you Blame sister blame Your guilt is purified in flames From blame your name from shame Shame on you Shame shame shame shame on you Shame shame shame shame on you Blame blame baby blame Confession will spell your name with blame Your name in flames and shame Shame on you Shame on you You are the curse that I can’t deny You are the curse that’ll never die You are the curse that I can’t deny You are the curse that’ll never die Shame on you Shame on you You are the curse that I can’t deny You are the curse that’ll never die …
19.
I was born screaming astride the grave to a whiplash chemical bombing slave Hanging off a millstone nailed to the teeth of Jesus that marked me fail The clock is crawling up to noon Judgement day is coming soon Suck it all up and Americanise And teach your god to weaponise I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues Turn my monkey wrench and screw Blitz and purge my vicious tongue Cut my teeth and aim this gun The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth Hurt seeks out the holy temple Fury meets the fundamental Feel the faith is wearing thin On barren bones belief begins Suck it all up and Americanise And teach your god to weaponise Burn your beliefs at the witching hour Turn off reason and up the power Now the rats rule the night With a baseball bat and pure delight The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night The supernova technique trap Of every pain upon the map The rod of rage writes the scar Of the overdose in the hate bazaar The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth Suck it all up and Americanise Teach your god to weaponise Suck it all up and Americanise Teach your god to weaponise I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night I’m no good I’m not right I burn and break in the red hot night Death put your lips on mine My liquor drinking valentine Death put your lips on mine My liquor drinking valentine I cut my bolts with the blowtorch blues I turn my monkey wrench and screw Blitz and purge my vicious tongue I cut my teeth and aim this gun The bell is tolling with the proof Playing three chords and the truth
20.
I believe in America And the miracle tree The fruit of the Devil And the skeleton key Picking the lock My missiles and meds Feeding the monster living in my head Excommunication decontamination Excommunicate my fear Decontamination with my tears I hear the wolf start scratching Fear and panic spread and catching Pollution is contamination Solutions are the new salvation You fed the twilight of the dogs With the dark dimension’s demagogue Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed Lick lick lick Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed Lick lick lick I’m cursed I’m cured I’m blessed I’m pure With a whip and you’re sick So lick lick lick Lick lick lick Uncork the Kool-Aid Purify the cult And here’s the lamb for slaughter Bring your testament to order The president shouts the president said The truth was born deformed and dead Belt up for the new restrictions The viral force-fed benedictions Excommunication decontamination Excommunicate my fear Decontamination with my tears Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed Lick lick lick Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed Lick lick lick I’m cursed I’m cured I’m blessed I’m pure With a whip and you’re sick So lick lick lick Lick lick lick Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed Lick lick lick Yeah yeah yeah I’m cursed Lick lick lick I’m cursed I’m cured I’m blessed I’m pure With a whip and you’re sick So lick lick lick Lick lick lick Lick lick lick

credits

released September 3, 2021

Artwork – Vlad McNeally.
Photo – Raymond Watts.
Image Manipulation – Mark Griffiths.
Mastering by Jules Seifert at Epic Audio Media.
Weaponry – Jarred Everson.
Executive Producers - Giles Moorhouse & Brooke Moorhouse.
Original recordings performed and produced by Raymond Watts at Ranch Apocalypse, London.
Thanks: Gabriel Edvy. Susannah Doyle. Eden. En Esch. Guenter Schulz. Marc Heal, Steve White. Sasha Grey. John Fryer. F K Drone. Z. Marr. Galen Waling. Ben Christo. Vinnie Velazco. Shane Swearengin. Tim Skold. Ibex. Bill Krimmel. Luke Dangler. Simon Wildsmith. Mike Watts. Troy Hilton. Rocky Road Touring. Gez Toxico. Jim McKechnie.

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