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What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
Wounded but they just keep on climbin'
Sleep by the side of the road
Penitent Fools
Longing for the Prince Of Slaves
I will become Death
Destroyer of the World

[Lyrics by GAUT '99]
[Music by MACTATUS]
no friends for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail 
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve
Somewhere in the bosom of the land
Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
And peace should come to every man
Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
Somewhere in the bosom of the land
Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
And peace should come to every man
Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
1999! Anarchy in 1999! Just a start!
Just a start in 99! Anarchy in 1999!
Anarchy in 99! Anarchy!
You drop the knife and I'll kill you...
Go too far
Breakfast in hell!"

East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room
There's no fences and no walls
And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost
Down by Sandy
to Boot Hill

Walk up to the fence there and look at the view
That's where they were hanging eighteen eighty two
It's easy to see where the brave men
All the men would turn their head
When she walked down the street
Clothes are fine and hair that shine
Smiling oh so sweet, smiling oh so sweet
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence
By
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
on the fence afraid of the past
No plan for the future
Watching the world go by so fast Just do what suits you
Nobody told me life up here
Was an endless
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling? 
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Lindbergh, she come dressed in red
Said: "I'd like to sleep in that pretty White House bed
In Washington, Washington"

Lindy said to Annie: "We'll get there by
And men tip their hats with pride- when a lady passes by
Oh, I wish love was what it seems
In a cowboy's dreams

You can take a man's handshake as his
And how the men pursue their worrk
They act convinced of freedom.

Crossed over by the bridge
The brook was running ill.
We recognised the place - places we