Hey! Little Mohammed
Where's your riot gear?
Did you misplaced
All your body armour?
I'll forgive you for spilling your secret
Through your hands
You know that I'd do anything
To change our places
Steal your feelings, heed
This western plea
Suburban disease
I want to get shot at
By an Israeli gun squad, heed
This teenage wail
Middle class call
I want to get shot at
By an Israeli gun squad, hey
Major neave
What's that weight on your shoulder?
Could it be the cumulative weight of history?
Herculean, I will share our burden
Though I might
Forfeit my digital watches, heed
This western plea
Suburban disease
I want to get shot at
By an Israeli gun squad, heed
This teenage wail
Middle class call
I want to get shot at
By an Israeli gun squad
And take a ride through the ruins
In 1945
Hellas, you
Had it wrong
To know ourselves
We need
Everything
In excess
I go now to
Dip my toe
Into the waters of
Extremity
How fast can I swim
At the point of a bloody question? So hey!
Here's to Petersburg in 1917
And here's to forging paths in Barcelona
Here's to knowing our thoughts are making a difference
I'd rather be a spanish veteran than some hippy kid
And so I question
The non-participational
Definition
Of animation
No holding back on the things that we wish for
No holding back on the things that we wish for
No holding back on the things that we wish for
No holding back on the things that we wish for
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