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Bloody day
It’s a day a hippy day A roll it up day to play
You see they had a choice and the choose to roll
But one problem the crack is coming at them
One problem the heroin is poking at them
The myth that no one seemed to care about
Oh its getting better as these sheep wait to be shot as a slotter
Cause you have no claws you stay peace you stay happiness no fighting
Your just a sheep that’s eaten by the wolf or will you become wolf and stop the slaughter
You know what I say no more I say we fight
We don’t have to do what they say we just fight our way
It’s a child I talked to one day his parents were the sheep way
The machine gun that day killed the hippie way
We don’t have to become them to win just another way
Cause another parent less child isn’t our way
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