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Broken Bells Windows

I?ve come to fetch my Carol I?ve wandered in the mud Dirty sheets outside broken windows Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones Louder still is the

The other side of the room An empty bottle lies broken Purple faces are sure Of snow white sheets to soak in His clothes are spread around They smell

a go Politicians go pawning their souls Which doesn?t make me look too bad, don?t you know Me with my heart full of holes All my yesterdays broken,

only shoplifts Holidays in the hood ain't no motherfucking joke When people all around you is starving and broke Cause if you black and poor, it's hell You only hear gunshots, you never hear bells

the bell rings You weren't there that day for the naming of things The naming of things, the naming of things When your homeroom bell rings And when your homeroom bell

And shining the apparition On the western window smiles On our Golden Lane The Powder Tower that knows No night from a day Death in Prague The bell

They broke off the locks and they opened the doors Pushed out the windows and painted the floors Raised up the roof 'till it touched the sky Grew a little

corn was soaking You'll be cut down in the seedy stairway If you don't answer, would you want to be found now? Sapped from the bed to the window Looking

sharp like needles and super on point for the peoples The bells, the police, bitch And if I go broke, I'll be doin' this more often The rings and the