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A Party

When the sheeple stay away The black sheep throw one hell of a party; Knocking down walls with rock n roll, Sending a rhythm down the block calling the Rebels with their soul; TKO on the ground; What's the soundtrack to the fight? Anarchy dances through the night, Everything blurs with the sunrise.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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