Pro-pain

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Down In The Dumps

 

Angry on the outside angry on the in

Disgruntled with the thing I see

Looking for a future that lies in your hands

Is such a bad place to be

Educated hippies and psychedelic yups

Really gets my Irish up

I am just a beggar, begging for some money

Spare some change to fill my cup

 

It's not so bad, I'm happy like a pig in

Unlike some puppet of a sult and tie chump

When anybody wants something from me

That's where I'll be - Face down in the dumps

 

Mercilessly seeking pleasure in my pain

The wages set do not increase

Can't afford the rent, I'm tossed out in the rain

I lost my life and lost my lease

Hard times are coming up around the bend

It's been that kind of year

My battle with the bottle, is back with a bang

I need a drink, so where is my beer

 

It's not so bad, I'm happy like a pig in

Unlike some puppet of a sult and tie chump

When anybody wants something from me

That's where I'll be - Face down

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The Beast Is Back

 

Sitting here in a big old box Getting help for my vice

Got a sink and a toilet with aview like the rest of the mice

I lie awake and I shake like a rabid dog waiting to attack

and I crave like an addict and I'm afraid that the beast is back

 

The beast is back The beast is back The beast is back The beast is back

 

Got out and got a dead end job right about minimum wage

Serving meals to the homelessto subsidize my rage

I can cook, I can clean, I can run my wheel like a big brown mouse

Breakdown and gotta have it It's back to the halfway house

 

The beast is back The beast is back The beast is back The beast is back

 

I look back at my high school daze with a gun in my hand

one step closer to madness I stick my head in the sand

When I'm high, I can dream I can fly

An eagle in a stone cold sweat

I'll crash down like my daddy because my wings are wet

 

The beast is back The beast is back The beast is back The beast is back

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Switchblade Knife

 

Rise and shine, get out of bed

And I'm a warmachine again

Beat my meat a few times and

I am feeling mean my friend

Me, myself and I'm coming

It's best to watch your back

You are mine and I'm gunnin'

I swear I'll beat you black

 

I'm gonna get you and leave you for dead

And I'm gonna beat you with a blow to the head

You'll never forget me for the rest of my life

Cause I am gonna cut you like a switchblade knife

 

Feed the fire cause I'm waiting

My fist will break your face

Find your house and I'll take it and ransack the place

Fear itself is still looking to shut you up for good

It's your life and I'll take it

I'd kill you if I could

 

Strange thoughts are going out of my brain

Standing naked with a knife in the rain

Got my fix, now I'm feeling alright

New York's so pretty at this time of night

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Foul Taste Of Freedom (1992)

 

Foul Taste Of Freedom

 

YOUNG, DUMB AND HELPLESS - IN THE STATES

YOU SAY YOU AIN'T GOT NO MONEY - I CAN RELATE

I LOST MY JOB AND MY HOUSE AND MY - PIECE OF MIND

WE'RE IN THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION OF - MODERN TIME

 

A THOUSAND POINTS OF LIGHT SHININ' - IN MY FACE

EYES ARE BLINDED BY A CAN OF REPLUBLICAN MACE

SHININ' SEAS OF STARVING PEOPLE ARE THE - UNEMPLOYED

STARS AND STRIPES ARE RUBBER CHECKS - NULL AND VOID

 

WE ARE THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE THAT YOU BLEED

WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO SURVIVE AND SUCCEED

WORTHLESS AND WEAK IS "BE ALL YOU CAN BE"

DEMOCRACY LEAVES A FOUL TASTE OF FREEDOM IN ME

 

BUDGET CUTS AND TAX HIKES - CRUSH THE LAND

OF PLENTY, SEE THE WEAK DIE BY GODS HAND

IF YOU'RE PROUD OF YOUR COUNTRY THEN YOU'RE PROBABLY RICH

BUF IF YOU'RE FED UP YOU BETTER , MOAN AND

YANKEE DOODLE DICKWEED WENT TO TOWN

APPLE PIE AND CHEVROLET SHOT HIM DOWN

A PATRIOTIC, FATHEADED, SUCKER, FREAK

IS PROUD TO SERVE THE COUNTRY THAT HAD SERVED HIM WEAK...

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Death On The Dance Floor

 

LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE UNDERGROUND

YOUR EARS START TO DEAFEN YOUR HEAD BEGINS TO POUND

THE CROWD STARTS TO MOVE AS THE EARTH BEGINS TO QUAKE

YOUR SPINE STARTS TO GIVE AS YOUR BACK BEGINS TO BREAK

DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR - THEY DEADED FOR THE SIDE

THE DOORS IN THE PLACE - WOULDN'T OPEN WIDE

500 BLACK BOOTS STEPPIN' ON YOUR FACE

AND BLOOD EVERWHERE FROM THE PANIC IN THE PLACE

 

THERE WAS DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR

WHEN WE CAME TO TOWN

THERE WAS DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR

FROM THE HEAVY CONNECTION OF THE PRO-PAIN SOUND

 

A CRAZY WENT AND PULLED A KNIFE

YOU KNOW HE'S GONNA CUT YA TILL YOU'RE SCARRED FOR LIFE

BANGIN' AND SCREAMIN' YOU WERE KICKIN' THE DOOR

BUT NOBODY LISTENED TILL YOU SCREAMED FOR MORE

THROBBIN' LIKE A HEARTBEAT BEATS LIKE A DRUM

THE BAND KEPT PLAYIN' TILL THEIR LIMBS WENT NUMB

THE FISTS IN THE AIR - THEY WERE THRASHIN' ABOUT

TILL SOMEONE PULLED THE PLUG AND THE LIGHTS WENT OUT

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Murder 101

 

TO KEEP THE FIRE BURNIN' YOU MUST FEED THE FLAME

AND THIS FLAME IS BURNIN' FAST

THE DRUG LORDS ARE YEARNIN' FOR YOU GIVE THEM YOUR NAME

FIRST, MIDDLE INITIAL, LAST

"MY JOB SUCKS" YOU SAY IT'S LIKE DOIN' TIME

"I FEEL LIKE SUCH A JERK"

BUT 500 BUCKS A DAY ARE BETTER THAN NINE

DOLLARS FOR TWO HOURS WORK

 

SO GET OUT YOUR PEN AND PAPER, BETTER START TAKING NOTES

GET A LECTURE FROM THE DEVIL, HE'S ABOUT TO TAKE YOUR COAT

AND WHEN THE CLASS IS OVER, IF YOU PASS YOU GET YOUR GUN

NOTHING'S EVER SACRED HERE IN MURDER 101

 

A COLD BLOODED KILL IS MY FINAL EXAM

IF HE'S DEAD I PASS

MY BONES START TO CHILL AND MY NERVES START TO JAM

I PUMP THREE MORE SLUGS IN HIS CHEST

WAKE ME UP TOMORROW AND I'LL SHOW YOU NO REMORSE

TO PROVE THAT I'M A MAN

THE ABSENTEE WAS SORROW WHO IS SURE TO FLUNK THE COURSE

WHO WITNESSED THE VIOLENCE AND RAN

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Pound For Pound

 

O.K. - LETS GET IT OUT - ENOUGH WITH THE SMALL TALK

I CAN COUNT YOUR LIES LIKE CRACKS ON THE SIDEWALK

SAME OLD STORIES OF WHEN WE USED TO HANG OUT

DOWN WITH THE CROWD WE HAD THE WHOLE GAIN OUT

NOTHIN' TO DO WITH THE BOYS IN THE CREW

WE KNEW WE HAD TO START SOMETHING WITH YOU

SO WE TOOK YOU DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A ROUND

POUND FOR POUND ANOTHER WIN FOR THE HOMETOWN

LIKE THIS:MIND OVER FIST AND FIST OVER YOUR FACE

I'LL CHASE YOU DOWN LIKE THE CHEESE IN A RAT RACE

SOON YOU'LL REGRET YOU EVER DECEIVED ME -

CRUSH YOUR BODY LIKE BUGS ON A T.V.

RHYTHM OF THE STREETS STAINED WITH YOUR BLOODSHED

THE HAMMER OF THE GODS HANGS OVER MY HEAD

SHOOT YOU DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A ROUND

POUND FOR POUND - LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE HOMETOWN

MY GOD:PRAY FOR THE CITY, A MOMENT OF SILENCE

LET'S OVERCOME THE GUNS AND THE VIOLENCE

IF WE GIVE THE YOUTH THE KEYS TO THE MAINSTREAM

THEY WON'T HAVE TO WASTE THEIR LIFE IN A DAYDREAM

WHY? IS THE QUESTION - DRUGS ARE THE ANSWER

KILLS IN A SERIAL - SPREADS LIKE A CANCER

SHOOT YOU DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A ROUND

POUND FOR POUND, YES, GRIM IS THE HOMETOWN

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Every Good Boy Does Fun

 

HE SITS AROUND AND WATCHES WHILE YOU WORK

AND LAUGHS AT YOUR BUSINESS AND GIVES YOU A SMIRK

HE THINKS HE'S GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT

HE'LL EVEN GIVE YOU POINTERS ON WHAT LIFES ABOUT

ROUND AND ROUND HE GOES HE'LL BE BACK

AND NOBODY KNOWS JUST WHO HE'LL ATTACK

HIS EVIL INTENTIONS WILL PREVAIL

HE'LL CALL YOU UP AT 6 A.M. - IT'S TIME TO POST HIS BAIL

 

HE'S LAST ON THE PRODUCTION LINE

GETTING' HIGH - FEELIN' FINE

OUTTA SIGHT - OUTTA MIND

RUNNIN' FOR THE BORDER LINE

CAN'T GET TO WORK ON TIME

LOVED ONES ARE LEFT BEHIND

SHOW ME SOME ASSURING SIGNS

EVERY GOOD BOY DOES FINE

 

HE'LL TAKE YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU'RE WORTH

AND SEND IT TO HIS FAMILY OF NERVERENDING BIRTH

YOU TOOK HIM IN JUST TO SAVE A BUCK

HE'LL SCREW YOUR WIFE AND KILL YOUR KIDS

THEN WHAT - YOU'RE

AMERICA'S A SLAMMER - SLAM IT SHUT

SAFE HAVEN FOR YOUR CONVICTS - PSYCHOS AND

AS LENIENCY STARTS TO TAKE ITS TOLL

10,000 MORE PASS THE BORDER PATROL

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Death Goes On

 

I HATED WHILE I WAITED FOR THE COLD, HARD AND BITTER FACTS CUT

DOWN IN THE MIDST OF THE PRIME OF HIS LIFE

WITH THE SWING OF A MOBILE AXE - AND NO ONE

BELIEVES IT TILL THE CROWDS ALL GONE

AND IT ALL HITS HOME

THAT EVERYTHING FROZEN IN TIME SEEMS TO MELT

WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE

 

WAY BACK IN THE DAZE - WE WERE YOUNG AND CRAZY

AND WE PASSED THE TIME WITH THE CRIME OF BEING LOST AND LAZY

TELL ME WHO'S TO BLAME FOR THE SAME OLD SAD, SAD SONG

AS SOCIETY'S SINGING - DEATH GOES ON

 

TWO YEARS GO BY WITH THE BLINK OF AN EYE AND ANOTHER

ONE GONE

AND AS THE CROWD GREW SLIMMER, THEN THE CROWD GOT STRONGER,

THEN THE CROWD MOVED ON

I REMEMBER THE TIMES WE WOULD ALL BE TOGETHER

JUST SINGIN' OUT LOUD

IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THE VOICES STILL ECHO

WE SOUNDED SO PROUD

 

TO BE PART OF THE FAMILY - WHOSE ROOTS RUN SO DEEP

AND WE'D ALL BE TOGETHER RAISING HELL TILL WE WERE SOUND ASLEEP

IN THE MIDST OF A NIGHTMARE THAT LASTS ALL NIGHT LONG

AS SOCIETY'S SINGIN' - DEATH GOES ON

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Rawhead

 

BEYOND THE REALMS OF DEATH

LIES BENETH THE EARTH A BEAST

AND ALL IS WELL

AS HE ROTS IN HELL

BUT HE'S SOON TO BE RELEASED

IN MYTH MADE BY MAN

HE'S DISMISSED BUT NOT DECEASED

AND TO THE CHURCH HE CAME

HE SAW, HE MAIMED

AND UPON THE PRIEST

 

RAWHEAD, YOU SCREAMED AS YOU BLED

NOW YOUR LOSS IS HIS GAIN

AS HE INHALES YOUR FINAL BREATH

YOU'RE DEAD, AND WITH NO REGRETS

HE'LL GATHER UP YOUR REMAINS

AND DRAG YOU DOWN THE TRAIL OF DEATH

 

HE THRIVES UPON DEMISE

WITH HATRED IN HIS EYES

HE CAME TO KILL

AND KILL HE WILL

HE'LL CUT YOU DOWN TO SIZE

THERE'S NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN

THE GAME IS LOST, HE'S WON

HE RIPS YOUR EYES

AND DRINKS YOUR CRIES

SURPRISE, YOUR DEAD, YOUR DONE

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The Stench Of

 

LOOK, THERE'S HARD LUCK WILLIE

HE BEGS FOR BUCKS SOMETIMES

HE AIN'T NEVER BOTHERED NOBODY

AND NOBODY BOTHERED TO HAND HIM A DIME

HE DON'T WANNA WORK

CAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE A BUM AND HE STINKS LIKE A TURK

BUT HE'LL SURVIVE, THEY SAY, TO URINATE WHERE YOU EAT SOMEDAY

 

LEAVE THIS LIFE BEHIND YOU HONEY AND DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK

THESE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH VIOLENCE,

BROKEN DREAMS, AND VIALS OF CRACK

SO SICK OF LIVING IN A CITY WHERE IGNORANCE IS TRULY BLISS

MASS TRANSIT, PENN STATION, RANCID

WITH THE SENTCH OF

 

WHY DO THEY CALL HIM WILLIE?

AND WHAT WILL HE DO FOR MONEY?

WILL HE SELL HIS AND GET CASH FOR SEX?

WHAT WILL HE THINK OF NEXT?

GOT A COUPLE OF JOHNS ON FILE

HE WAS WILLING TO SERVE WITH A SMILE

SO HE SOLD HIMSELF FOR THE PRICE OF A FIX

AND THE NEXT DAY WILLIE CALLED IN SICK

 

LEAVE THIS LIFE BEHIND YOU HONEY AND DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK

THESE STREETS ARE PAVED WITH VIOLENCE,

BROKEN DREAMS, AND VIALS OF CRACK

SO SICK OF LIVING IN A CITY WHERE IGNORANCE IS TRULY BLISS

BUS TERMINAL, PORT AUTHORITY, PORTAPOTTY

WITH THE STENCH OF

 

THEY CRY AS THEY LIE IN THEIR FILTH, I CALL IT A CRIME

SO DRUNK THEY CAN DROWN IN THEIR PUKE, OF BILE AND WINE

DEFECATION IN GENERAL CAN HEAT SEAL YOUR NOSE WITH A KISS

SO DON'T BOTHER HOLDING YOUR BREATH - INHALE SOME OF THIS

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Picture This

 

HE WAKES UP EARLY TO WATCH REGIS AT NINE

HIS SUMMER CLOTHES ARE OF THE FINEST DESIGN

HIS ETHNIC MAID WILL SERVE HIM BREAKFAST IN BED

HE LIKES TO TRAVEL BUT LIVES AT CLUB MED

 

I'VE GOT:

PAIN AND PROBLEMS ON MY MIND

YOU SEE I'M WASTING TIME

I'VE PAST MY PRIME

TAKE THESE EYES AND LEAVE ME BLIND

SEE THE WORLD UNWIND

LIFE ISN'T KIND - CAN YOU PICTURE THIS?

 

HE'S GOT SIX CARS AND HAD SEVEN WIVES

WHO SHARED THE GREED WITH HIM ALL OF THEIR LIVES

LIFE IS A PEACH BUT SOMETIMES IT'S THE PITS

WHILE ON TOP OF CASH MOUNTAIN HE SITS

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Iraqnophobia

 

MILES AND MILES OF SOLDIERS DEPLOYED ON FOREIGN SAND

FIGHTING FOR YOUR FREEDOM YOUR OIL AND YOUR LAND

TECHNOLOGY IS EFFICIENT WHEN BARK TURNS TO BITE

SO WAKE UP AMERICA, STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS

 

OH SAY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE CONSCIENCE IN ME

SAID GO BACK

WHEN THE CLOUDS IN THE SKIES AND THE TEARS IN MY EYES

TURNED TO BLACK

THERE'S A FEAR I MAY DIE IN A CHEMICAL WEAPONS ATTACK

IRAQ - NOPHOBIA

 

MASSIFE DESTRUCTION FROM COALITION PLANES

PULVERIZE THE ENEMY, BASHING IN THEIR BRAINS

AND AGONY IS UNPARALLELED YET THEY BEG FOR MORE

WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN SO SIT BACK, ENJOY THE WAR

 

OH SAY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THE CONSCIENCE IN ME

SAID GO BACK

WHEN THE CLOUDS IN THE SKIES AND THE TEARS IN MY EYES

TURNED TO BLACK

THERE'S A FEAR I MAY DIE IN A CHEMICAL WEAPONS ATTACK

IRAQ - NOPHOBIA

 

TORTURING PRISONERS, FLASHBACKS OF NAM

BRAINWASHING MOSLEMS FROM CENTRAL COMMAND

YOU CAN'T STOP THE PUNISHMENT, SIGNALS ARE JAMMED

MOHAMMED'S NO MATCH FOR THE GREAT UNCLE SAM

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Johnny Black

 

HERE'S A STORY 'BOUT AN AMERICAN MAN

WHO'S ALWAYS USED TO DOIN' THINGS THE BEST THAT HE CAN

HE'S GOT HIS WIFE, HE'S GOT HIS KIDS BY HIS SIDE

YOU KNOW HE'D RATHER YOU UP THEN SWALLOW HIS PRIDE

HE'S GOT HIS FAVORITE BAND TATTOOED ON HIS BACK

WE'LL CALL HIM JOHNNY, AND JOHNNY WORE BLACK

DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL BECAUSE HE LOVED THE GUITAR

WE USED TO CHECK HIM OUT AT ALL THE CLUBS AND THE BARS

 

HE'D RATHER DIE ON THE OUTSIDE, FIGHT FROM WITHIN

WHEN EVERYTHING WAS SAID AND DONE HE KNEW HE WOULD WIN

HE CALLED THE SHOTS - AND STRADDLED THE LINE

WE KNEW HE WAS LOST ALL THE TIME

(JOHNNY BLACK)

 

THE YEARS HAD PASSED US AND THE CROWD MOVED ON

WE HADN'T SEEN OR HEARD FROM HIM IN OH SO LONG

WE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT TO PICK UP THE PHONE

OR TO TAKE THE TIME TO SEE IF JOHNNY WAS HOME

HE HAD A MOTORCYCLE PARKED IN THE YARD

WHICH WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR CRUISIN' WHEN THE TIMES WERE HARD

HE NEVER HAD A NEED TO FOLLOW THE MASS

AND HE WAS ALL BY HIMSELF AS HE STEPPED ON THE GAS:

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Lesson Learned

 

TELL ME CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT, FROM THE MAN ON THE BEAT WHILE

YOU'RE PUSHING ON THE STREET, FEELING LIKE YOU'RE TEN FEET TALL

WELL YOU'RE LOOKING KINDA SMALL WITH YOUR BACK TO THE WALL

IS IT THAT YOU JUST DON'T CARE, THAT THE BURDEN THAT YOU BEAR

DON'T COMPARE TO THE SHARE OF THE MONEY THAT YOU MAKE IN A

DAY THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY, THERE'S A PRICE THAT YOU PAY

FOR A LESSONG LEARNED, LESSON EARNED, THE STREETS WERE STOLEN

THE TABLES WERE TURNED, LESSON LEARNED, LESSON EARNED, THE

STREETS WERE STOLLEN, THE TABLES WERE TURNED.

 

WORKIN' TWO JOBS CAUSE MONEY'S TIGHT. I GET UP AT SIX O'CLOCK

AND TAKE IT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT. WHEN I WALK TO WORK

IT'S GREAT CAUSE IT'S SO CLOSE TO HOME. BUT THE NIGHTS ARE KINDA

SCARY AND I TRAVEL ALONE.

 

NO ONE IS AROUND BUT WHORES AND JUNKIES TRYIN TO SELL YOU

ANYTHING THEY CAN. PEOPLE ON THE BLOCK ARE SCARED TO COME

OUT, THEY'D RATHER LEAVE THE FIGHTING TO THE MAN. IF THE PUSHER

CLAIMED TO BE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN, HE'D STEAL YOUR KIDS AND

USE THEM FOR THE NIGHT. IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE IN FOR ONE HELL OF A

FIGHT.

 

TELL ME CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT, FROM THE MAN ON THE BEAT WHILE

YOUR'RE PUSHING ON THE STREET. FEELIN' LIKE YOURE TEN FEET TALL,

WELL YOU'RE LOOKING KINDA SMALL WITH YOUR BACK TO THE WALL. IS

IS THAT YOU JUST DON'T CARE, THAT THE BURDEN THAT YOU BEAR

DON'T COMPARE TO THE SHARE OF THE MONEY THAT YOU MAKE IN A

DAY THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY, THERE'S A PRICE THAT YOU PAY

FOR A LESSONG LEARNED, LESSON EARNED, THE STREETS WERE STOLEN

THE TABLES WERE TURNED.

LESSON LEARNED, LESSON EARNED, THE STREETS WERE STOLEN, THE

TABLES WERE TURNED. USED TO LOVE THE CITY, NOW THE CITY IS ,

AND IT'S HARD TO KEEP IT CLEAN WHEN WE'RE SHITTIN' ON IT. THE

CORRUPTION IS DISRUPTION AND DISRUPTIONS UNJUST, AND INJUSTICE

CALLS FOR ACTION, ANY ACTIONS A PLUS, SACRIFICE A COUPLE OF

MINUTES A DAY AND TRY TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM WITH A PLAN. IT'S

GONNA TAKE MORE THAN A COUPLE OF FISTS, BETTER ASK YOU

NEIGHBOR FOR A HAND. FIRST BELL RINGS, KEEP ON PUNCHIN', DRIVE

EM' OUTTA TOWN WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT. LOOKS LIKE HE'S IN FOR ONE

HELL OF A FIGHT.

 

LESSON LEARNED, LESSON EARNED, THE STREETS WERE STOLEN, THE

TABLES WERE TURNED. LESSON LEARNED, LESSON EARNED, THE STREETS

WERE STOLEN, THE TABLES WERE TURNED.