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Pure the child

Pure as the bright high moon in the sky

And the eye of god which is also there

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Gun fire night

Police dogs unleashed

The yuppies are here

Little sons of the CEOs

Of our hedge funds and corporations

( our true masters )

See them over there

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And the little girl is gone

And a tired old maid

Takes her place

Doing the housework

At the yuppie mansion

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In the new fashion of yesterday's Slave

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Little ******* the fire escape




Oh look !


She's here again



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