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Youth Brigade To Sell The Truth

I went out walking just had to think all day spent talking really need a drink we have the luxury of fighting in our seats a price for any justice the

this is a story of so-called friends, just opportunist, take what they can trust and honour are words to them they smile while they stab you in the back

Listen up I got something to say I wanna say it now, before it's too late It's important for you to know, just how I feel I don't need to say Where

i know i'm shrinkin i wake up every morning and can't get out of bed you might be thinkin this prognostication is all just in my head i know that young

I could be wrong, but I've seen your face before Not sure which side you're on, but be sure this is war Can you find me, can you find me, walking through

Another cigarette Another cup of coffee Another cup of empty dreams Another wasted day I got no politics No faith! No means! No anything! I got no confidence

I've got a '66 Ranchero, with a souped up 289 It's got a double barrel carb with four on the floor and when she runs it's really fine! Street Dominator