Bam! Pow! While you're waiting to hear mortar fire, check this out:
The valedictorian is back in town, and he's missing an arm! "Remember when we danced to
'Bombs Over Baghdad' at the high school prom? Well, how ya like me now?"
If Hinkley had a shot in the director's chair, would he have developed Jodie Foster's character?
Or just given Bickle better aim?
This is a party! This is a disco! Yeah! You've got time for that right now.
You've got options, you've got futures. You've got investments in your day-to-day.
And the world is spinning slowly weighed down by the weight of white men.
You ought to hang your head in shame.
You've got sticky fingers from the blood that's on your hands.
Aren't you ashamed to let the poor kill the poor in your name?
The valedictorian is back in town, and he's missing an arm! "Remember when we danced to
'Bombs Over Baghdad' at the high school prom? Well, how ya like me now?"
If Hinkley had a shot in the director's chair, would he have developed Jodie Foster's character?
Or just given Bickle better aim?
This is a party! This is a disco! Yeah! You've got time for that right now.
You've got options, you've got futures. You've got investments in your day-to-day.
And the world is spinning slowly weighed down by the weight of white men.
You ought to hang your head in shame.
You've got sticky fingers from the blood that's on your hands.
Aren't you ashamed to let the poor kill the poor in your name?
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