Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands Testo
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Testo Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
I am a prisoner in a war full of idiots.
The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and sorrow. Kill my drifting breeze of thought, I have been captured, I have been caught. I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, coughing youth from it's bowels, I am doing fine, I am feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell
The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and sorrow. Kill my drifting breeze of thought, I have been captured, I have been caught. I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, coughing youth from it's bowels, I am doing fine, I am feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell
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