And if the old guard still offend
They got nothing left on which you depend
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood
And off with their heads
Jump from the hook
You’re not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life
And they got not right
As sure as you have eyes
They got no right.
-Sleeping Lessons
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