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Come the Revolution
Come the revolution
there’ll be bullet holes in the wall
and stains of brains that mattered
but didn't matter to us all
We’ll fly our flags
and burn the rich
and sing our songs
and burn the rich
and right their wrongs
and burn the rich
and take their wealth
and launder it
and to the poor
might give a bit
but they wont know
how much of it
we’ll...
Saturday 11th June 2016 5:50 pm
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