They dispelled us until we were dispersed
disposed discretely and depressed
discussing how to cure disease
disgusting slaves on rotten knees
It’s funny, fellow, wouldn't you say,
How hard they try to make us tame.
when handing us insurance claim
dated to Independence day
We all want to be good sones
Because of damaged ones devoted by the crowd
But d' you know that our persons falling out
In a ruined house drinking liqueur cream
My soul and heart would like to spin
Yet God has given me different dreams
Which are marine marine
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