Песня бешенного боевого робота. Battle robot rolls

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I am battle robot rolling over rocks.
Having heavy rockets loaded and locked.
Looking for adventure. Heavy metal pal.
Looting, smashing trenches. Making hellish Hell.


Born to be wild.
Born in the cradle of fight.
Right right right right
Born just to burn and ignite.


No satisfaction. Nothing comes my way.
My  big gun's erection - You (just need) shall have o pray.
(These) tracks  are made for romping, stomping  over you.
Crumbling, crippling, crawling, Steamrolling quite a few.



From the  Montezuma to the   outer-space.
Finest ever zooming, super nation's craze.
I want  to paint it blackish with the bloody hue.
I just need direction (and) order for the feud.






jeeze I am one of the wild geese/

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