this is the ballad of the young offenders.
leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard.
these legs were made to run.
when the dares pick a victim,
the railhead blues will play.
the drunken brutes on main street
will soon be laid away.
suppression is a state.
we will not be diplomatic.
suppression is a state.
young hearts, be free tonight.
time is on your side.
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