We greased our pockets with oil.nThen lined those pockets with black crosses of ash.nNo ad space left on our foreheads.nOnly barcodes and ink rash.nBurn, baby, burn.nGet out the kinks.nBurn, baby, burn.nBring out the gimp.nTeflon president left unscathed.nWar machine plows.nSet your waco ablaze