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Αν δεν μπορείς να απαλλαγείς από τους σκελετούς στη ντουλάπα σου, καλά θα κάνεις να τους μάθεις να χορεύουν.
Τζωρτζ Μπέρναρντ Σω, 1856-1950, Ιρλανδός συγγραφέας, Νόμπελ 1925

 

Tyrants and conquerors
Continue to rage
While those who want justice
Dance on their graves

While family albums
Continue to bulge
With family people
Who will indulge

Holy men living
Stainless and pure
All of these things
They have to endure

Happy memories
With family and friends
Births joyful beginning
Death’s grief at the end

While sad sex gods
Continue to fair
Greed in their stomach
And desire in their hair

Holy men living
Stainless and pure
All of these things
They have to endure

 

kill all the kings
if you tell her
sleep with whoever
just sell her
she'll prounce free
she'll be your queen
she's a whore
she'll tell you shes always loved you
hold you
caress you
and drop you
prounce free
she'll be your queen
she's a whore
after she stripped you
dropped you
her soul is a carcass that rots you
she'll prounce free
she'll be your queen
she's a whore
she's a whore
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