.When General Gunfire sows the pain
Sandpaper sprouts on childish eyes
And when bitchy preacher sucks your brain
There's powder of six guns, hate delights
Dear Lord
Every foggy Sunday I got the blues
Now you're so far>Death is so near>
Mother, tell me the reason why you.
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