THESE ARE OLD DAYS
Johnson, I repeat : These are
old days. I wish I were dead.
I have no town left, yet I
have nowhere else to turn.
I rise each morning and
watch others drive off to
their work in company cars
in this case unsound, for the
company here is this very
same town. This could have
never happened before.
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Once, when I was a Minuteman,
I'd have slain them where they
stood. Lackeys, running on my
energy, messing up the 'hood.
(Isn't that how they say it now?)..
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