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This Machine Kills Fascists
This Machine Kills Fascists
He was the dust bowl troubadour
A Socialist down to the core
Resist the rich protect the poor
This machine Kills Fascists
Dylan, Ochs and Johnny Cash
Seeger, Strummer, Billy Bragg
All of them would raise his flag
This Machine Kills Fascists
He plied his trade on Texas streets
Busking to earn some money to eat
Harmonica blu...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 11:33 am
Chelp
Chelp
So
Like
He did everything backards-road round
Put on his coit
And pulled his hat on his eead
Washed his face wi’a wet dish-claht
And I’m like Whatever
Kids were art laiking
Mucking abart
Ran off darn a ginnel
Roobub pie
Waiting back at home
Some spice afore then
A ha’porth’a Spanish
Wash it darn
Wi’a sup er watter
...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:09 am
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