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No Warning

 

 

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…

 

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