January 2009
I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own
There's a mass without roofs, A prison to fill, There's a country's soul that reads post no bills. There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill. There's a right to obey And there's a right
It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here What better time than now All you pen devils know the trial was vile All you pigs trying to silence my style
fredagen va alltså förfest hos mizutchi ocen sen tomboy! och jag vet att jag har skaffat mig en ny kamera, men jag är kass på att dra med den, så jag få va duktig p&a
How many special people change How many lives are living strange Where were you while we were getting high?