Excellent hung over Smell Of Blood by Walter L. Jones

Cold sweat burns to the soul Pictures of a better day Yet I scream in my sleep Just do not know a better way Tear drops called out his name One of the many for who taps played In the ire I fill to the pain Just another on the door Death wreath What are they for Now in the celebrate Cast a rock at her soul Justice unbearable For who is without sin Call of life begins again Covered my heart as the flag waves Strong the predicament found Rata a tat sounds as ground Sound is true as blood fills sound Rock cast was true but not As m16 all dead everyone Religious freedom From holes dug To rocks thrown Prostitute eyes close in pain Some one claimed purple rain We just cleaned our guns

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