You will be shot before the barricade
Between two pieces of glass
You have knocked at all doors
As there will be more
You won't be shot at the barricade
And passed gayly through the opening
They play along with the song
In the larger barricade
There are four of these dirty doors
And you're so dirty
Two pins at the uppercorner
A briefless lawyer, when I take to you
Dirt taken to care
Taking time and collecting forces
As there will be no more
Who had so tranquily entered
As there will be more
And beheld on the barricade
Emotional influence
It is a moment to pronounce
And it's in order
Standing on the spot
To speak low tones up
As there will be no more
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