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If You Ever Get A War Without Blood And Gore, Well, I'll Be The First To Go.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

In The State Of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, A Boy Of 14 Years Got A Taste Of Southern Law.