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All this damned and wretched shit
Children play but do not follow
They raise the rules of fear and dread
And craft their games of hate instead
Upon these broken streets below
They raise the rules of fear and dread
And craft their games of hate instead
Upon these broken streets below
A deathly chill begins to grow
Half-words that gleam or words that lie
Copy the poverty nearby
They yawn in boredom or they sigh
In this atmosphere of thought
In this atmosphere of thought
Morality is cheaply bought
It opens wide for profit's gain
And for the bullet's certain pain
In fields of lawless legal ground
A rage like a loose balloon is found
They put it in the killer's sight
Who works for money in the night
All this damned and wretched shit
Must burn from end to end of it
So that the stench and memory
Will fade for all eternity
And for the things that time will mend
And for the things that time will mend
No paper should their stories end
No schools are needed to be told
To break the grip of lies so old
In fields of lawless legal ground
A rage like a loose balloon is found
They put it in the killer's sight
Who works for money in the night
All this damned and wretched shit
Must burn from end to end of it
So that the stench and memory
Will fade for all eternity
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