Every time I turn on the TV click to the
Touched by the hands that have murdered a million
Unarmed patrons'
I am aware that you have a right to your
Sitting on the bus, thinking of all the things that've
He's a dick, he's a dick
He's a dick on a
wake up late in the day, i'm roaming the streets,
Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and
Think about this for a second
Why don't you leave me
Fall to the floor board
the cold sore on your face
once again i am abandoned all hope is lost, what
another nights out of sight
another drink what is he thinking?
we
label me and instigate a fight
sign your name on the
Picking at my brain, need a place to stay
Open your
Now you're fighting because you found another reason
to corrupt
today we're in a state of blasting bullshit through the
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