The Government's Soul
The government owns my soul derwhile
Their promises to my delf
Their order dare-find where place would mount
When clotters are claised ornount
That all the time I spend on them
is claytoring to their mount
When all of the time they tend to lend
is batering to ware out
When all of the days I lend to them
has calling I'd chase stern out
For all of that's left or chased of them
makes all of our takes work out
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