A young girl promised
never to wear flowers,
never to drink wine,
never
Outside of Baltimore
I stopped at a liquor store,
to use the
Coffee girl,
I want to be
inside your world,
coffee girl.
I want you
I saw you walking on Country Club Drive
with your strange,
To all you death squads on the march
and mercenaries shipping
The scraping is complete
and we're out on the street.
Killers on
There is a scream
There is a light
There is a shining
Staked out on Pennslyvania Avenue,
I have seen the powerful ones
in
I wish the war was on,
I know this sounds strange
Out with the stars–
they make me feel small.
Out with future
The crazy sons of the pioneers
have everything to fear,
armed to
O Sunday!
Screw you and your yawning parks,
up yours and your
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