Gaza

Gaza - The Meat Of A Leg Joint songtekst

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The sky was gray and you were a small child without bones 
in your arms. Now you're a man who died propped up 
story. Still without bones in your arms. A mourning 
husband with a pistol in his hand. He will smile at you 
with the meat of a leg joint in his teeth.

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