Fat conference womenClap return of glass houseAnd the arabs have it madeOil is women in veils, eyes glazedSecond dark age. death of the usa.Return of the family.The scooter cabbagesAnd the commune crapheads sit and whineWhile the common near my birthplace is now a police collegeIt’s a second dark age.No psalm sunday or any day.The city is dead.Bust. ghost-dance rite. tepidI could join a pray-peace groupSpy in norwayCause groups can change the worldAnd meet ms. fjord and benny.*Hi I am benny.Go where the brave pranceNo czechoslovak food queues are a party, foolA mediocre anti-jewAnd single people are screwedIn the second dark ageI am roman totale, 17,The bastard offspringOf charles I and the great God pan.
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