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I hung up me guns;
But for you, you cunt
I’ll take ‘em down
Don’t push me
I’m at the end of my tether
I love peace, love, freedom
You love neither.
I’ll give you a bit o’ Irish
‘Cause we know how to war
You might know aggression, oppression
But we’ve whipped that before…
I hung up me guns;
But for you, you cunt
I’ll take ‘em down
Don’t push me…
I lov...
Monday 23rd November 2009 4:18 pm
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