John carrie and moor green

Green think tank

John carrie and moor green
Call, screaming out
I hold my tongue, a storm is breaking out
A place where trouble's going down
Stuck in the blood can't suck it out

Try to kill this swine
Left it's trail it's taste a bitter wine
Crossing hedges, finding ditches, keeping kind
Then I'll go and find my home
My spot is in the shade

Want to be tranquilized
Fill me up to the eyes
Trampled on your stamping ground
Frying in between the wires
Want to be broken out
Branded on the hole in my side
The brave are getting thin on the ground
Living over dynamite

Pushing limits living with bitches
One fine day it'll be your turn
Love gets fractured it's breaking the stitches
You're pointing your fingers but you're missing the victim

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