Sat in front of your tv After to have nothing done of your day They tell you the life They say to you what is not Lying Journalists Journalists of shit
Sage Francis Personal Journalist 1968-2001 He left with deep breaths in each chest that needs less innovating, Because they're still debating over
name Mate, give us the knife, give us the knife Journalists who lie So happy in malice Rock star, out of line So happy in malice Oh Journalists who
Hey mister a review A word for salad Is written by my friend In penman He uses long words Like semiotics and semolina But I counted With Enigma and metropolis
Allen - Cox - Gray - Steiner Remove your head from that crevasse Rational thought slips out the back door A concrete headache is my present That swine
toujours la meilleure Ca se passe comme ca Entre le marteau et l'enclume Les plumes se barricadent derriere leur UNE La liberte y a laisse des plumes Journalistes incarceres... Journalistes
[spoken] Sage Francis...Personal Journalist, 1968 to 2001 [Verse 1] He left with deep breaths in each chest that needs less innovating Cause there still
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