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No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.

The Trouble With You And Me My Friend, Is The Trouble With This Nation, Too Many Blessings, Too Little Appreciation.

There Are People In Your Life Who've Come And Gone, They Let You Down And Hurt Your Pride. Better Put It All Behind You, Life Goes On, You Keep Carrying That Anger, It'll Eat You Up Inside.

I Try To Write Conversationally; I Try To Write Like People Speak And Put The Emphasis On The Right Syllable.

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.