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олень обрітає свободу сьогодні

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олень простір свій надбав....

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перша пісня трохи оленя бентежить - по суті це призив до гробалізму
ні... ми вже чули Imagine там правда інший рівень...
глобалізм звичайно буде ібо!
питання в чому - хто на чолі буде - який рівень СВІДОМОСТІ

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[Vollmer]

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"Angry Cyclist"

For me I feel this era has been kissed, kissed. Mmmm...
By the aura of an angry cyclist, list. Mmmm...
Black loathing so sincere,
Red anger born of fear,
There's nothing half as queer as today.

I take a few steps back to gain perspective, perspective. Mmmm...
And kid myself that I can be objective, objective. Mmmm...
Watch bigotry advance,
Give ignorance a chance,
With fascists we will dance by and by.

Old prejudice hasn't gone.
New energy drives it on.

Again I feel this era has been kissed, kissed. Mmmm...
By the aura of an angry cyclist, list. Mmmm...
Black loathing so sincere,
Red anger born of fear,
There's nothing half as queer as today.
Watch bigotry advance,
Give ignorance a chance,
With fascists we'll now dance, my oh my.

[Pestilence]

[Pestilence]

[Pestilence]

[Pestilence]

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Well I lost an eye in Mexico
I lost two teeth, where I don't know

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People see me coming and they move to the other side of the road
I robbed a liquor store or two
I made myself at home a few times
Borrow myself a car when I need it
I got me a shack at the bottom of the road
Fixing cars and giving tows
I spend all my money
On the lottery
When I win the lottery
Gonna buy all the girls on my block
Color TV and a bottle of French perfume
When I win the lottery
Gonna donate half my money to the city
So they have to name a street or a school or a park after me
When I win the lottery
Never ran a flag
Up a pole
Like Mr. Red White and Blue down the road
But I never call myself a hero for killing a known communist
Now I could walk into any old bar
And find a fight without looking too hard
But I never killed someone I don't know
Just cause someone told me to.

And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy the house next to Mr.
Red, White and Blue
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy post 306
American legion, paint it red with five gold stars
When I win the lottery

When the end comes to this old world
The righteous will cry and the rest will curl up
God won't take the time
To sort your ashes from mine
Cause we zig and zag between good and bad
Stumble and fall on right and wrong
Cause the tumbling dice with the luck of the draw
Just leads us on
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy all the girls on my block
Silver plated
Six shooters with a quart of the finest highland scotch
Cause when I win the lottery
The righteous will shake their heads and say
That God is good, but surely works in mysterious ways
When I win the lottery

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[Telecaster]

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у "мене" стирив шутка
моя любима новорічна хоча і восени пайдьот...

[Pestilence]

у "мене" стирив шутка

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