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• Artiste: Suburban Plight
• Titre: Days Of The Dingo
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Smoke and mirrors, smoking guns Predicated off of the fears we love Wave the flags, raise the guns Bathing in the oceans of blood Of our daughters Of our sons Feed the hunger, feed the greed Stolen from the mouths of poverty They'll sell it to you, they'll sell it to me We the people can no longer see What is truth Or fantasy Where we are Or who we'll be They've blindfolded our common sense Pushed into line led by the farmer's prize swine These are the days of the dingo The packs at our heels again The treachery our history So now you fuck me once again Your colors blend and bleed to red Smoke and mirrors, smoking guns Predicated off of the fears we love Raise your voices, take a stand Its about drawing a line in the sand!