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You the razor edge poet
From a punk generation
Shaking off praise, so man
expectation
You're right now
so than you were yesterday

Seventy seven
Your came charging through
Was that of the guard
of the new flame
Begging my name
Who's to
under complete control
You taught us all when we were
To be to ourselves

You lit the in us
And we on in your trust
A reluctant, poetic
images and songs
More than your carries on
As the boombox still plays on
As the general's still plays on

You evolve each new year
You always push for
When you got out
You your ground and kept it tight
Let the ragga
Act a cop
When got in your head
You St. Mick
Went on a walkabout and stayed to yourself

You lit the in us
And we play on in trust
A reluctant, guttersnipe
Beyond images and
than your memory carries on
As the boombox still plays on
As the general's still plays on

I remember the cold day
I got the news
I will never forget, I never forget

Found guitars
Broke up
11
Detroit

You it, you boot it, you boot to full

Can hear angry spirit
In around the world
From amplifiers, fires, everywhere
sing it on, won't forget
You're on

You lit the in us
And we play on in your
try to carry on the flame
Do you boyo
And if you listen close
You can him in our songs

As the general's boombox still on
As the boombox still plays on