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Hoist The Black Flag (And Begin Slitting Throats)baby got up and sung jazz tunes i knew.we cursed the damned architects when they were at failure and we watched the walls crumble. spit on my shoes, bathe me in flies – let me shout aloud “I used you prostitute”. we rode in with blood on our hands and left as businessmen. |