Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is waiting under ground,
The answer is waiting under ground.
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is waiting under ground,
The answer is waiting under ground.
Del maravilloso volumen "Lírica intervenida" de Alonso Ruisko.
martes, julio 04, 2006
Hipismo reformulado.
Amputado por atomÖ a la/s 3:15 p. m.
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