"You sons of bitches!"
i'll find you in narrow ditches,
piss on your faces,
cover your eyes with needles and laces
to better blind you like a puppet tile:
it was a mockery of a trial
with no evidence or proof of any kind.
what? you think i've lost my mind?
i'll sneak up on you from behind
and bite off your ears:
of course you won't cry out or shed any tears
while holding machine guns fully loaded.
my husband and i have been railroaded,
but he'll sing 'The Internationale' while i scream
a pledge to forever haunt your every dream;
"You sons of bitches!"
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