.Well we all love our children
In a town filled with whores
We all love building
Till death is a bore
A stoner Jesus waits
We all wonder at heavens gates
Offence is naïve it doesnât change a thing
Greed, anger, foolishness
And the infatuations of egoism
These four po.
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