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So I say swear words or kick back, You interrogate me like I might be on crack, Let me tell you, you **** for a living, And you guys inherit the world from Humble men, decent guns, and at 100 yards Can shoot the unarmed in the head whilst Driving at 85 mph swerving down a Road. I swear, oh well. (guilt) This must be a sign of the times! Swearing! I guess that it's truth, When it comes down to it we're devils All the worse With each of your crimes.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
Signs of Crimes
So I say swear words or kick back, You interrogate me like I might be on crack, Let me tell you, you **** for a living, And you guys inherit the world from Humble men, decent guns, and at 100 yards Can shoot the unarmed in the head whilst Driving at 85 mph swerving down a Road. I swear, oh well. (guilt) This must be a sign of the times! Swearing! I guess that it's truth, When it comes down to it we're devils All the worse With each of your crimes.
alan-s-bailey
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
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