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Dead Butcher Man, he cut me
He slave to the God of Fear
Momma say that she love me
Why she let that man near
Now my glans was made numb
By the friction and the drying
I’m part of the cut generation
With much to grieve | Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We flowered in this generation
Triumphantly. |
I must now begin
A restoration
The best with what I have
Sensations strong
Sensations strong |
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
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Enhance your suppleness and sensitivity
No immobility leave it behind
Have no fear of the prematurity
‘Cause the intact men do just fine
There’s no race to that big big finish
When the whole ride feels so good, ooh!
Some say the hygiene is challenging
But we simply rinse the hood | Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the book. |
Won’t you like to have
A restoration
The best with what you have
Sensations strong
Sensations strong
Sensations strong
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Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom-
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs. |
