Paroles de Use the Poets as Barricades
Red meetings at the old spigot cafeYour mama kicked out pamphlets in her day
Your daddy was a commie grasping hound
Your mama fled the pamphlets in her gown
And your fancy yourself a rebel
Yeah, you fancy yourself a rebel
Yeah, fancy yourself a rebel, like
They used to make
They used to make
Yeah, fancy yourself a rebel, like
They used to make
They used to make
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