The men with the golden gun
In their eyes,
With the big lies.
With the best wishes from my past...
Blood on the wind
Flies around the world in a day
Silly scar - faith,
Burned from the sun
So innocent - their is so fine
- they would murder,
They murder for you!
D d d de-generators,
De- generators...
Writer(s): Hagood Hardy
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