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Spearhead Other

A child is born, and a mamma's torn About the life that it's bound to live A sun and moon and a modest home Is all they asking the Lord to give But politics

My best teachers are the ones I'd like to toast My best teachers are the ones I hate the most My best teachers never taught in any schools And my best

words " He left home six months ago, a greyhound bus and a saxaphone, A rock band fan and a son of a preacher man. He had a hard time dealing with all

A revolution never come with a warning A revolution never sends you an omen A revolution just arrived like the morning Ring the alarm, we come to wake

When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely and contraceptives don't get used by the horny you can't find the key to the door in your building