Charles Manson
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Waiting on Death Row
People coming in overalls
Taking me to the gas chamber
Scuffling of feet
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It is my hope and dream
To hook up through the satellites
With everyone that's in the Family
Red and Blue, Green, Gold and Yellow
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Set out on the road ran
Set to run through graveyards of man
Set to raise righteous war
Set to complete this endless opening door
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I was in the back of this horse-drawn wagon
Some kids had a bucket over my head
They were poundin' on this bucket
The people drivin' the wagon (Uncle Jess)
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A Poem About An Old Prison Man
Waiting on Death Row
People coming in overalls
Taking me to the gas chamber
Scuffling of feet
They took him down the hallway
Feeling everyone's heartbeat
The central control of the soul
Batons and retro-tons
Ingrown toenails
One time all around you
All round you, bump-bump
Save my air, save my air
My air, my air
Air, water, trees
Machines eating the night
Energy moving
Nuclear fires
Burning reactors on my gate
Fires of hell are burning
Come home
Can you see
Can you say
That you say
That you really love this place?
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4/26/2024 11:18:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think Charles Manson should have had more props in prison by the other inmates than he did it would have meant alot to him.