Big talk and gunsmoke
Death plays the white man
Strutting on film again
Suffer the weak hearts
Faecal emotions
Death plays the white man
Strutting on film again
Suffer the weak hearts
Faecal emotions
Feeding the flame for a change
In flux again
Feeding the flame for a change
Caught in flux again
Stand up, sit down
Don't think till i say
Mumbling dissenters won't get paid
Pushed out to the sidelines
A passenger
You'd think it's a crime
This chip on my shoulder
You'd think it's a crime
Over my head now
Big talk and gunsmoke
Walk holding hands laughing strangely
Caught in their workhouse
Caught in their bad jokes
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