Lyrics of Intolerance


pochette album Intolerance
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Strange days in the neighbourhood
Like stepping on foreign ground
This is the place of our roots
These are the hands that built this land
Could not care less
Never made no promise nor kept one
Just get some space
No matter the costs nor the prize

Purified streets now!
'bout time examples are made
Put 'em on death row
Weed 'em out, it's never too late

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