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Fist full of Bloody Dollars


Heart stops builts fly out

people dropping like the autumn leafs 

but theres no doubt about it and i'll shout it out

that the grief will eventally end

 

bang bang bloody dollars fill up your pockets 

thoughs and prayers for everyone 

bang bang dirty money fills up your wallets 

just another filthy lie is flying out of your dirty mouth

 

there is no time for hypocrisy 

it's time for policies

to start changing

or else you'll start dacing 

the raging youth who are yelling for change 

 

Bang bang we speack the truth

we're not a band of mutes

bang bang we are the youth

we don't refuse the truth

 

when blood rains down 

the clowns come out 

there is no doubt

that they'll start screaming out some new bullshit

 

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