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those poor bastards - easter sunday lyrics

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i am the cop
come out, hands up

they’re busting down the walls
they’re tearing up the floor
i got two hostages
who do not want to live

it’s tough to run
with these chains around my feet
and these three broken toes

it’s hard to breathe
with a harsh burning throat
and a boot+flatened nose

at an easter sunday

i am the cop
come out, hands up

the helicopters hirrin
i see the tear gas fall
i got no bullets left
i never owned a gun
back in the woods
in this trail, my (?)
i shall meet my demise

i won’t go back
to that black prison cell
where my bodied has life

at an easter sunday

at an easter sunday
at an easter sunday

- those poor bastards lyrics

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