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Aug 13
i

potatoes and onions cost
well so does music
my hearties..

sure,you can sit round
the corner-but not much
is free..shout insults?!

but look hard in
the mirror-you will
see yourselves..

ii

sick of your hypocrisy
and *******
o god..

you are the people
of god
innocent..


iii

no farmers no food
but plenty slaves
and four wheel drives..

so give us a tune
cause we are alone
and poor..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
75
   Blue Sapphire
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