We think it's right you call it left
Vietnam to El
abandoned child, no one's baby ward of the state, a
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named
I'm born to die
I'm born to fry
My life in a
[Originally by Albert King]
Born under a bad sign
I been down
Bye bye Ronnie, Ronnie goes to jail
Nancy hocks her furs
When I walk into the store
They sell the chickens by
Here he comes, the man in the white suit
El Exigente
The
Nationalism in school
Perpetrating their rule
Lying textbooks rant
Their patriot
Ronald laughs as millions starve
And profits forever increase
Your stenching far
Dead cops
Down on the street
Giving poor the heat
With their
Born so ahead in life it's all a game
There you
Oh Goddess I love you it's true
I'll do anything you
Are the founding fathers terrorists or freedom fighters?
And Paul Revere
From the beginning it was like that
You were so special
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