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shoulders
Or should I just drop it all, and let my heart turn colder

Bonds are broken just as quick they were formed
Guns are loaded, do I want peace or war

ain't fiddle widit
Needa get back n chill n get civil widit
Feelin' like I'm Malcom I'm really in the middle with it
Tall black kid you could say that my

breaths
Fit the monsters with our guns
As we ride off towards the sun
Twenty years have past
Since the nuclear blasts
Much has come of us
We rose from

It's hard to be a kid after the civil war
Down in Nashville,Tennessee
Eleven years old and you gotta go to work
'Cuz you're employed by a cotton

getting leaked
Like a facet
Civil unrest over twisted information
Blood getting spilled in front of the whole nation
The powers that be got they own plan b

promotions
This is War nigga
Betta keep that thing steady
Go head N get ya crew up
Is you ready Is you ready
This is War nigga
(War nigga)
It's war nigga
This

P.O.W.'s

Necro

Sabacolypse: A Change Gon' Come

2004

Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards
Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death bitch
Incorrect politicly linguisticly I'm

Ich Erinner' Mich

Blumentopf

Kein Zufall

1997

oder 'n Rap-Battle,
Bei Guns 'n Roses konnt' ich jeden Text von der Platte und hatte,
Zwei Aufnäher von Slayer auf meiner Bomberjacke,
Mein Vater

The American civil rights activist and
Philosopher Cornell West says
Justice is what love looks
Like in public and, so what I wrote is
That

an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the blind
The soldier

Freddy's Store

Jim Carroll

I Write Your Name

1983

I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ]
You are greeted by a civil servant
She is dressed in beads
She jots down your needs
And casually recedes

Look

silly)
D Rose
I got a lot on my mind
Hold it together my baby in time you gone shine
Looking for help wasn't no one to find
All by myself started writing

holds

YEAH

Now I’m gassed up 
N I’m ready for war 
Homie you don’t know 
What we fuckin came for  
Loaded up, guns up 
N we never keeping score
Yeah we

of the eighties. Folks still had guns you know. Before the troubles, before the civil war, everyone had a gun. They were popping them off in celebration. I knew we

destination 
The civil side never won a war
So my sock drawer is my gun drawer
War ready like marine corps
Only death on my side the screen door
Nice guy till

Waffenlauf 
Und die Szene geht in Flammen auf wie 'n Drachenmaul (Apocalyptic)
Lilane zählen, will nur Lilane zählen
Ich schwöre, niemals im Leben Peace mit

the air
When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light glare
Is you scared?, i can see the fear in your eyes
When we open up the door, and we caught you by

the Titans rose from ashes
And all the Olympians went runnin'
So if you can't fight your battles
Then you know just who to call
I will stand by your side
Until

Live Free or Die
Words and Music by: Paul Worrall
pcworrall@gmail.com	
(603) 672 - 8196


				  Verse #1										
I have a gun rack hanging 				
In

Hannibal Hamlin was V.P. during the Civil War
Andrew Johnson's assassin, instead, got drunk at a bar
Schuyler Colfax was caught up in a railroad scandal

Home ain't fucking home no more this shits so fucking tiring
The danger of possession of dangerously firing up a gun
Could've popped someone's

Paddy's Lamentation 
Traditional Song (c. Civil War)
Author Unknown

Recorded by Kate Power & Steve Einhorn at Big Red Studio/Billy Oskay
Traditional

lange nach
Ich will doch nur ganz nach oben
Will ins Nirwana, keine Guns n' Roses
Keine Munition, keine Patronen
Zu viele Dämonen, die in mir wohnen
Doch

I gotta hand it to you
When the tremors pull you in a swivel more
You turn the inner division into a civil war
Not in the way you think with blood