There’s a mass without roofs, there’s a prison to fill
There’s a country’s soul that reads post no bills
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There’s a right to obey and a right to kill
There’s a mass without roofs, there’s a prison to fill
There’s a country’s soul that reads post no bills
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
'Cause there’s a right to obey and there’s the right to kill






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