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- Ten Cocaine Dealers
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LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => THROUGH NEED AND DECENCY (working title, maybe changing to:"ALATSI" VERSUS "AVRA PALM")
KOUTSOURAS-VOTSALAKIA
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
4/6/2014
TEN COCAINE DEALERS
Ten cocaine dealers, maybe twenty,
sailing in their yachts, flying in their jets,
that's who rules the world, there are non plenty
who dictate bank credits and bank debts.
They are for ever in the black,
we are for ever in the red,
so why should I give a fuck?
I let them fuck themselves instead.
Ten cocaine dealers and their puppets,
governments and banks and street police,
hiding their deals under the carpets,
coming out to preach about world peace.
They are for ever selling death,
with guns and drugs and poisoned food,
accumulating all the wealth,
defining what is bad or good.
Ten cocaine dealers, drugged already,
making of the planet a big mess,
faceless killers, but to die not ready,
if one dies there is not one less!
They are for ever setting rules,
not for themselves but for the rest,
this world was never short of fools,
so maybe it's all for the best.
PER FINIRE
I could go into more detail,
but I do not think you'd like me to,
anyhow, I would be in jail,
and this fucking song would not be through.
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