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as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner". 
(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963) 
Turned on the news
as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner". 
(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963) 
Turned on the news
so many things you see, like how the 
Phone company killed kennedy, how oprah is an 
Alien and nixon never lied, and by tommorow 
Morning you gotta
Drink the wine
Touch the ice
Enter the ruined and fallen city
Dead by design
Complete the line
I know some things are bound to happen

Send
drink the wine
touch the ice
enter the ruined and fallen city
dead by design
complete the line
I know some things are bound to happen

send
to Kennedy was beyond laughable.)

"Mr. Gorbachov, tear down this wall."
PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN (to Soviet Prime Minister Michael Gorbachov, referring
This great cold steel that bars the way inside
Was molten when the blacksmith was still living
This dead heavy door that's oak by oak
And all the way
years
Once so green and great that it reached 
All over the Eriador
Huge tracts of lost lands
Beleriand covered by this great vast forest

Creatures
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)

I's out there paintin'
banners are broken flags in the wind
Devouring life he breaks at walls
Lucifer over London

The glint of dead fruits glint
And then the moon
And then
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
In an endless maze begotten
To dead ends led by fools
I sought a plague
For those who smiled at walls
In humble fear

Yet, belligerent ways
lie to myself...am i living-dead?

Four walls surround me with wires outstretched- the triumph of time over space
The modus vivendi- each man for
great
You know I'd like to excavate
Every little thing alive or dead
To get inside your walls of red

Far far away out to another world
Where love
His banners broken flags in the wind
Devouring life he breaks at walls
The glint of dead fruits glint
And then the Moon
And then the Moon
And then
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)

I's out there paintin'
missed the bus
That was a great vacation--maybe the best of all
But goddamn it, Carmichael, you're dead now and I'm talking to the wall"

The force got
misery, I forgot to bring you roses
When you hit the floor, you knew wall poses
Asking for war, have you forgot the wall
I've foreseen it all, we've
increased
In simulation jubilation

For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws

With my machines I can dispatch you
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
outside, burn your mother's house
Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse
Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead
Take out
you've wrapped around yourself
You've got outsider art by an artist who arguably kidnapped a kid on your wall
While your designers have slyly
Directed
walls, creed of dementia
Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge
Put to the sword, freed from their calenture
The great estate was given straight
number three 

Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write 
The Declaration late at night 
So he and his wife had a great big fight 
And she made him sleep
heard the music

the writings' on the wall
But I took the scenic route
And I can't call
The number's in the pocket of my jeans
Through it all
Talking