john mcleish

Running through the streets
we' beer and cigarettes
breaking in te the school canteen
and eating a' their, biscuits
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There's a battle ootside
raging lads
noo it's time te leave oor kin
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picked up the paper read the news
marx was a poet hitler a jew
the holocaust never happened made up by zionist cloons
luner landings faked naybiddy stepped on the moon
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Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll
appetite, fur destruction
Steroids, Guns, Whiskey and Money
my personal, Armageddon
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Take me back, te Malibu
memories, o childhood days
when everything had a simplistic view
and a' that mattered, were the waves
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The Romans hunt doon Jesus
theYankees, Bin Laden
fur Jews and money lenders
the dogs do their, bidden
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auff with his head
the puppet queen declares
a royal proclamation
ignore it if you dare
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once upon a time
in a land far away
there lived a wee boy
wha' loved te play
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I still remember
those chilly morn's
hands in pockets
freezing cold
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Entrenched in mud
under pouring rain
we lay in wait
fur the, Saracen
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The wolds governments, indebted te the banks
the slave, licks the boot o his master
symbiotic disease o political corruption
and socio economic disaster
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Cyber Wars
Virtual Terror
Through Optical Fiber
A Network Error
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everyone's beating their war drums
everyone want's a blue
naybiddy wants responsibility
naybiddy want' te lose
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food speculation
corn in the tank
fur genocide starvation
oor lords we thank
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