When the last state is smashed and all the systems have been up'd; When the last pig's been shot and the last politician hung; When you've firebombed the final mall, spraypainted on every wall, where will fault be laid to rest? With every slogan satisfied, how many patches will be realized as mere compliments to a form of dress? Does their corruption just excuse such a one sided point of view, if, while they're fucking people over, you're too drunk to tie your shoes. The blame has been shifted so many times. Gagged is the suggestion that the fact is the fault just may come from inside.
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