When my boys look up with questioning eyes,
Having seen bombs fall and men talking shit
On TV who I would so gladly pit
Against my fast fists for all their damn lies,
When these failing states bode darkening skies,
And I gather my boys, searching...
When my boys look up with questioning eyes,
Having seen bombs fall and men talking shit
On TV who I would so gladly pit
Against my fast fists for all their damn lies,
When these failing states bode darkening skies,
And I gather my boys, searching...
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