Bars For Waco
I don't hear anything about anyone anywhere getting tried.
In fact I don't hear anything, anyone, anywhere, is it quiet?
Or did the explosion leave my eardrums fried?
Guess the culprits need to be pistol toting to commit a crime.
Shit I'm just wondering if there's a fine or a penalty.
My eyes still dry but my pen going bleed.
Cause I already know nobody going to the pen for these.
Lives lost.
Unregulated corporations.
Screw us we livestock.
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