Comment: The Clash were right

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The Clash were right

Indeed, The Clash were right.

The more they will steal from me, the louder I will get.

The ONLY reason I allowed the IRS and a nonsensical, utterly injust, cynical, insulting, FILTHY welfare state to STEAL from me the fruit of my sweat, of my headaches, of my dreams and hopes ever since I started working is I'm not only self-sustaining, but my family depends on me, and I'd be no use to the ones I love if I were in prison.

But guess what. The more this disgusting system of things will steal my property, will deny our natural rights ... the louder I will get.

The more literal I will get : and if that means going out in the street and calling them by their true name, TRAITORS, THIEVES, CROOKS, MURDERERS, them TURDS OF MANKIND, I'll go for it, with other patriots.

The more EXPLICIT I will get. Till the end. Till Liberty is restored, or death.

LIBERTY and JUSTICE or NOTHING.

I prefer to take and fall from their bullets while STANDING and denouncing than being ...

A silent SLAVE of The CORRUPT State.

NEVER. Ever.

The Guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come ?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go ?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

"Cyril" pronounced "see real". I code stuff.

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