Bill
Nothing Common In This World Is Given Freely,
Without Some Kind Of Out-Standing "Bill" No Matter
What The Case Everything, And Everyone Demands
A Price N' Cost Before The Ransome Note Is Given.
Standing There As They Change Thier Plea, Ragging
On About The Consequences Time Has Stopped
And Paid It's Dues....
Wait Behind These Bared Doors And I
Can Question To Revel The Real Reason's
Why They Keep Us Captive.
Taxes It"s Called The Bill Of Rights "Act"
Which Was Signed Further Adue...
Even With "Bill Clinton At Hand As President
I Say: What The Hell We're All Imprisioned
Anyhow.
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