Say what you will, I will miss you my friends Let me move along for the road never ends Vowing to live till the end of all time All the way to the ends
from these A world where war and poverty Exist as a reality Back in the public factory So cliche's and disorderly They wash down fears with crocodile
? My generation is carpooling with doom and disease Buckle up, skipper The new american Asterix You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascar-eth At the end
future What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end the massacre? What will it take to end
gauze, fear not my aberration, fear the end that I have wrought! And I can't sit long enough, to keep you from my thoughts.. Everyone fears me, the factory
gonna be hell to pay At the end of the day! [The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge from the factory] [FOREMAN] At the end of the day you
be hell to pay At the end of the day! [The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge from the factory] [FOREMAN] At the end of the day you get