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The Masters Treasure

              The Masters Treasure                   April 12, 2013

The guilty were given a gun; they killed and were heroes everyone
Government sanctioned with hate in their mind, don't shoot anyone
Pretty scary like open season, kill them at will, an illegal thrill
Make sure they're dead with a bullet in their head
If your not sure take aim and kill them again it was said
We don't want Martin Luther or Kennedy's civil rights here
Kill the Fenian bastards were the words of the day
Shoot them like we shot Lennon on the streets of New York
Five in the back, Shoot them twice if you have to, make sure the job's done
No civil rights in our land make sure the jobs done
We have our union in this foreign land, the planters' pleasure
Who cares about the land we stole, it's called the masters treasure
The guilty were given a gun; they killed and were heroes everyone
Government sanctioned with hate in their mind, don't shoot anyone

Gerrard McGeachy



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