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All of my Heroes were Housewives


All of my heroes were housewives Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind All of my heroes were housewives. Movers shakers and producers- programming lives without using computer Kept walking uphill with eyes on the ground Thankful for the lessons, helped me turn it around God ain't nothing but a White Man. Omnipotent, Obstinantly Lame. The Children call out for their Father. The Garden Rots in Divine Shame.
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