Red rum covering the ground of the town
Intoxicating, the toast of the wine
Oh, this strange drink leaving heads spinning around
Spilling from bodies watering the grass
Red rum soaking the roots all over the ground

Taste the air of freedom town
Bleeding bodies covering the ground
Fresh air of burning flesh resounds
Loudly screaming as it drowns

Have you ever seen a display so dead
Freedom's bullet in the head of a black body
Oh liberty and safety is a dead black body

Strange wine soaking graves on the ground

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