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|The joy brings many things
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It cannot bring you joy
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Sons of mothers huddle here
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Men and boys
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1850 swung the doors
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And human sewage swept inside
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Where victims speak in whines
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And where the hardened cried
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I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
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I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch
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A swagger hides the fear in here
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By this rule we breathe
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And there is no one on this earth
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Who I’d feel sad to leave
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You see we all lose
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We all lose
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What those in power do to you
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Reminds us at a glance
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How humans hate each others’s guts
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And show it given a chance
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We never say aloud the things
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That we say in our prayers
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Cause no one cares
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Many executed here
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By the awful lawfully good
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But the only thing that makes me cry
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Is when I see the sky
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Bredan Behan laughter rings
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For what he had or hadn’t done
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Because he knew then as I know now
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That for each and every one of us:
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We all lose
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Rich or poor, we all lose
    
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