Green Gang

Drowning in dog stew and strangled
In vine blister wine burns the inside
(They flew in a line over poppy fields
They'd drop and they'd blast
Their supply on demand!
They persist they pervert they
Command: "RED alert"
And green burns to yellow, to orange
To dirt covered
Baby bones in powder piles mile
After mile and a line costs a dime a
Slaughter's a quarter yes, the
Green God's immortal
Whispers "Peace in our time" RED alert!
Here come the Green Gang