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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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