The Black Sunday Society
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Sidle up and smile
They’ll come at you sideways.
It’s how they think. It’s how they move.
Sidle up and smile. Hit you where you’re weak.
Sort of man they’re like to send believes hard.
Kills and never asks why.
Mad Saint Jack
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burn the land boil the sea
Cuz I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
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