man with a broken dream to And speak out against a useless fight in Vietnam then the business man said We can't have you interrupting our plan to Kill all
to Unite the black and white And speak out against a useless fight in Vietnam then the business man said We can't have you interrupting our plan to Kill all
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dream to Unite the black and white And speak out against a useless fight in Vietnam then the business man said We can't have you interrupting our plan to Kill all
of adding to the task force send some help Waiting on him I'd better help myself Housing authority and the O.P.D All these guns just to handle me in
locked up in the pen again But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns Turnin' they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs They authorize
verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who Ever try to defy these guys, they fry And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill
A verb addict without an author with the verbals we hurt 'em (Who?) Ever try to defy these guys they (Fry) And they skillet, to all that shit you say you do (Kill
addict without an author, with the verbals, we hurt em (who? !? )ever try to defy these guys they (fry!!!) And they skillet, to all that shit you say you do (ki-kill
to the valley of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because
hold And you steal and you kill, let the truth be told Let's burn this town and we'll all sit around Getting warmer by the fire with friends Collecting scars again
big glass towers, Sending kids out to be devoured. Don't wanna kill (Kill!), fight (Fight!), Or die. Don't wanna kill (Kill!), fight (Fight!), Or die. Don't wanna kill (Kill
his way from Jelezny Brod, UC. While Blether is killing himself, Atrament passes the boring time in jail by means of somnambulous sleep. All of sudden
everybody out there looking for truth Who says, you know We all in the same boat Yeah, Christians and Muslims, everybody like that, huh Yow, you lookin' for truth
his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely
the pen again But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns Turnin they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs They authorize the
addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who Ever try to defy these guys, they fry And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill
