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Plundering corruption A boy an apple from a tree Son you know that is wicked Come on, and follow me. You saw that strange fruit growing The poor a hanging from a tree Let's sing another song boys Call it US democracy I free all kinds of good boys In my old boy kinda way From tyranical oppression To the kinder Gentler me And I say you must reform now To our ever wanking little whim Chairman Bush is on a roll now Thinks he's facking Chairman Mao.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
The ****** of The Reformation
Plundering corruption A boy an apple from a tree Son you know that is wicked Come on, and follow me. You saw that strange fruit growing The poor a hanging from a tree Let's sing another song boys Call it US democracy I free all kinds of good boys In my old boy kinda way From tyranical oppression To the kinder Gentler me And I say you must reform now To our ever wanking little whim Chairman Bush is on a roll now Thinks he's facking Chairman Mao.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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