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Send me rockets let me fill my my pockets with resistance to explode in lights across the desolation of this land of nights and send me guns to run across the border fence where sits the old guard in defence of this,that once was home. Send me fire to burn the towns and clowns to laugh like maniacs of which we have become, and water to flood the thirsts,the first of many and sun to dry the dampened land. Send me a band of hungry,homeless men then send me stones to build their homes. Fill my cup up to the brim,let me swm in opulence. In defiance of the crown I proclaim this town along with others as my property,I demand from them my total liberty,not the washed out freedom that we think as being free where rich men with their plaudits try to laud it over me and put me down This is my town,my land,my band of disaffected vagabonds and to set the record straight,we're going to take it back, we're going to attack the citadels,we the infidels are going to tear them brick by brick,we're going to make them sick of us we're going to make them go.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
Bows and arrows
Send me rockets let me fill my my pockets with resistance to explode in lights across the desolation of this land of nights and send me guns to run across the border fence where sits the old guard in defence of this,that once was home. Send me fire to burn the towns and clowns to laugh like maniacs of which we have become, and water to flood the thirsts,the first of many and sun to dry the dampened land. Send me a band of hungry,homeless men then send me stones to build their homes. Fill my cup up to the brim,let me swm in opulence. In defiance of the crown I proclaim this town along with others as my property,I demand from them my total liberty,not the washed out freedom that we think as being free where rich men with their plaudits try to laud it over me and put me down This is my town,my land,my band of disaffected vagabonds and to set the record straight,we're going to take it back, we're going to attack the citadels,we the infidels are going to tear them brick by brick,we're going to make them sick of us we're going to make them go.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
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