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War From A Harlots Mouth Transmetropolitan

to the grey of the streets We fight ourselves though the masses This city shall die with us For a better life, a better tomorrow (Thanks to D-Man

pullin' a knife at a Gunfight I stick to my guns And to my artillery You are the boy who lacks Creativity But you still try hard to be A motherfuckin

I'm not Impressed You gained some cheap respect But now it's time to collapse Surprise! No, I'm not dead yet But I was calculating with wrong variables Clarity comes like a

Again! Where Is The Justice? When I - Awaken, I Dream When I Sleep, I'm Alive Hiding The World Giving Me Warmth The Rising Sun Stings Me Like A Smoldering

Back to the grey of the streets We fight ourselves though the masses This city shall die with us For a better life, a better tomorrow (Thanks to D-

(Instrumental)

Back to the grey of the streets We fight ourselves though the masses This city shall die with us For a better life, a better tomorrow (Thanks to D-