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If the were the starving
If the masters the slaves
If the owners the dogs
How they behave?

'Cause family heirlooms
For one fifty or a
Is like standing
King
Selling and hound

sleeping in a doorway
With a futon and a
Is like crying in the
Of a building that you

The day that you're not man
Is the day you to be
A full of leaves
a rotten apple tree

If the was a woman
And the man just by
ya' bird and bitch and slag it up
You'd up and die

If the was the tennant
And the hunter was the
If was constricted
And capital the same

Cause in a doorway
a futon and a quilt
Is like in the rubble
Of a building you built

The day that you're not man
Is the day you to be
A wheel-barrow of leaves
From a rotten tree

If the King was court
And the jester took the
He'd put the privileged on the
And give the a home

If the Irish were the
And the English not free
Would ya mick and
and it up
tongue the pip and agree

Cause in a doorway
a futon and a quilt
Is crying in the rubble
Of a building you built

The day that not man enough
Is the day you to be
A wheel-barrow full of
From a rotten tree