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Another Dead Hero

worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the

Alright coming up now another request (this one) This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and

I'm dead meat - you took away my rights To be a part of your society A life-time in prison wouldn't justify You wanna blow away a sucker - so I have

ll catch a 30 second flash visual Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation fuck up or trickle down anti hero

ll catch a 30 second flash visual Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation fuck up or trickle down anti hero

reins Suicidal precision Going down again Dead man's intuition Another book that I almost read When I flipped to the last page The hero was dead Life

I with calloused hands have reached into the abyss and drawn forth from the night's breast the light of another once faded. I am no hero. I seek no restitution

in books and magazines, he's the quintessential mindless modern epicene, his life is meaningful because he get things done, bang bang he's dead chalk up another triumph for our hero

fights alone People used to come and watch Yes, people came and drank his scotch And everybody knew how much Had left the hero's purse And now he's just another