Said the Martyr to the mob:
“It's not a feud to resolve on a poor man's mind”
They were bred, inbred, inside the walls,
No natural light there falls,
Where they go...
Drawn back,
A line of wisdom
It takes two to make a fool, one to lie and one to listen
Hold my vote from the bidders
The vacant eyes of a vision
We've had 19 from the same school,
19 from the same school
I'm tired of waiting,
I've not got the patience
So I sold my vote to the highest bidder
The blatant lies of a vision
We've had 19 from the same school,
19 from the same school
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