They do not bend, dead sticks of wood, and being ruined hurts limping one and limping two, in the wreckage of life Dayworker, foreign worker, they all used beatings bosses workers all workers boss and they left me with an empty stomach and they left me with an empty stomach Space above and space below, uphill downhill and with dagger and rain until my soul left Twenty years of donkey labor, I lifted all the quarry and I built, in the entrance of the village, the church of the village, the church Come on, you victim; come on, you easy prey, come on, centuries-old symbol if you wake up all of a sudden the world will be turned upside down the world will be turned upside down And yoked with the ox, one thing the height and another the foot, organs in the streams, in the land belonging to the boss And in the war, all for all, I carried a machine-gun so the peoples kill each other for the bosss meal for the bosss meal Come on, you victim; come on, you easy prey,... (etc) Look, the others have made a movement, creation has become red another sun has come out, in another sea, on another earth Come on, you victim; come on, you easy prey,... (etc)
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 13:10:18 +0000
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