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To Chief of Hell's Angel
When justice has so many masks
You think you need a priest at last you hear innocense carry the tears of a clown, you write chapters of religious testimonies and prove your wisdom is first class
That is the chief not a pastor
The chief of Hell's angels is religious, has two big hands to hold you higher than where the trouble lays beside you
His hair is mystefied by lust for art thou god and Lady luck
Sweet virgin Mary I've never seen so much peace interpreted by our only chief
Love will strike him in the end
And channel to a love romance
This is what a million is from me to you, I insist we meet. I'll never forget your power to justice
You are my only hope
Now let's sit here and flux together
You think you need a priest at last you hear innocense carry the tears of a clown, you write chapters of religious testimonies and prove your wisdom is first class
That is the chief not a pastor
The chief of Hell's angels is religious, has two big hands to hold you higher than where the trouble lays beside you
His hair is mystefied by lust for art thou god and Lady luck
Sweet virgin Mary I've never seen so much peace interpreted by our only chief
Love will strike him in the end
And channel to a love romance
This is what a million is from me to you, I insist we meet. I'll never forget your power to justice
You are my only hope
Now let's sit here and flux together
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