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• Artiste: Clem Snide
• Titre: The Ballad Of David Ick
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The secert rulers of the world They have stolen my girl The whisped her away in a black limozine And that was the last of her i'd ever see cause i knew that her heart was the purest of pure Through umberble suffring she would indure When she told of the lies and the hatred the spred And how blood of blond children was used in there bread So she opened her mouth the the cold lizard tounge That was speaking in code of the work to be done To be shure that the truthfull are made to look mad And the straving feed ashes for wich they are glad Cus her brain was a camra they just had to look And the senced she was wise from the pictures she took Which were not like anything you have ever seen To be drounding in honey awake in a dream The secret rulers of the world They have stolen my girl The whisped her away in the black limozine And that was the last of her i'd ever seen And that was the last of her i'd ever seen