.Freedom for the scape goat, let him rot in jail
Gloomy eyes, just pissed his heart like crucifixion nails
Shake his fists and raise his beam, he never stood a chance
When the angry red mob on Fleet Street you turned your eyes to friends
Humble thought from Dublin chased across t.
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