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State Radio Year Of The Crow

Mama, mama don't look now, I'll say it when There's a red bus and it's comin' up along And I might recommend that when the protests are over You will

On behalf of the resistance And all of our existence The wanted man The conquered man We know not of your borders But you push us to your corners This

As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold And took us down to the water's edge Said if we are not, careful with what we do We will reach

Redefining abuse in shades of gray Torture advocate Got his dick up in a chicken hawk Life is what he'll get War president is a criminal Still the years

done? Another unidentified youth Mistaken for somethin' he'd never done Come all the unfortunates Come on with your ghetto youth There's talk on the police radio

In the park there's a wicker made plane That crashed down just the other day The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented And crash landed in the middle

As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold. And so she took us down to the water's edge. Said if we are not, careful with what we do,

On behalf of the resistance, and all of our existence As the wanted man, the conquered man. We no not of your borders, But you push us to your corners

Redefining abuse in shades of grey. Torture advocate. Got his dick up in a chicken hawk. Life is what he'll get, War president is a criminal. Still the years