hey you, this means war
we're gonna show you our festering
look at Banksy, listen to Zinn
and smell the asphalt down
one for you and two for them is
not enough, not
My friends have jobs that they hate
But they show up
Another Sunday morning sermon
(I won’t be there)
Another blasted pastor
(I won
Haven’t slept in seven days, I gotta keep my story
All hands on deck and off my neck
Mutiny plagues, my
Eighty proof, a hundred proof
Undiluted by the truth
How much proof
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