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Miss Black America - Miss Black America lyrics
You used to be the life and soul Now you practise and preach self-control You're obsessed with privacy, but there's none Six billion mobile phones There's no escape - Trust no-one Shout it out Until your blood runs cold Shout it out Until your lungs explode Shout it out I am Miss Black America Shout it out I am Miss Black America What happened to your urge to destroy And your mission to bring the noise? Two young boys, wanking over atlases Six billion empty heads Death to the living dead Shout it out Until your blood runs cold Shout it out Until your lungs explode Shout it out I am Miss Black America Shout it out I am Miss Black America Shout it out: |
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