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if I Was The Leader Of The Pack

If I was the leader of the pack
I would eradicate
Murder wars and hate
Each person would have
On his back
A rucksack containing
Three books
One on love of everything
One on Giving and sharing
Lastly one on religious understanding
If one prays to a stone or
A mountain a mosque or a church
Do not mock them
Their belief is a divine right
Their God is in everything
If they shave their head
Wear a turban, cover their head
Grow long hair
Understand its faith
Look at each other with love
The sentence of murder
Would not be only in the hands
Of murderers anywhere
The disgusting tolerance
Of babies skin and bone
STARVING WOULD NEVER HAPPEN
A Berlin armada of planes
Would stop that
A money bank for the starving
Should be filled daily by every
Bank on the planet
Who is the man who can?
Start all this
If I was the leader of the pack
It would be me!

poem by Ken e Hall
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Lone Wolf Plan

I get more power,
At night time.

I am a lone wolf,
And a smart one too.

I hunt by myself,
And feed myself.

I look for love,
But I always get rejected.

I've taken my last reject,
So I hunt for blood.

I hunt the one's,
Who rejcted me.

I hunt my old pack,
To kill the leader.

Once that's done,
I'll be leader.

I can lead my new pack,
To victory.

I shall win a new love,
And win a pack.

My strength is better,
But my smarts are better.

I am clever,
So I will win.

I fight the leader,
And lose.

Now I die,
All alone.

My plans have failed,
My life has just began.

I might not breath the air,
Or run freely.

But my new life,
As a spirit,
Has just begun...

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Leader Of The Pack

Is she really going out with him?
Yeah, I dont know, there she is
Lets ask her
Betty? is that johnnys ring youre wearing?
Aha!
Wow, it must be great riding with him
Yeah, is he picking you up after school today?
A-a!
By the way, whered you meet him?
I meet him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me
Do you get the picture?
Yes, we see
Thats when I fell for the leader of the pack
My folks were always putting him down
(down, down)
The said that he came from
The wrong side of town
(wrong side of town)
Theyd told me he was bad
But I know he was sad
Thats why I fell for the leader of the pack
One day my dad said, find someone new
I had to tell my johnny were through
He stood there and asked me why
But all I could do was cry
Im sorry I hurt you, the leader of the pack
Well, he sort of smiled and kissed me goodly
And the tears began to fall
And as he drove away on that rainy night
I begged him to go slow
But whether he heard me Ill never know
Look out, look out, oh look out!
I felt so helpess, what could I do
Remembering all the things wed been through
At school theyd all stop and stare
I cant have a chance but I dont care
Ill never forget him the leader of the pack...
The leader of the pack, now hes gone...

song performed by by Carpenters
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Natural Selection for Friend Thad

I am a male an alpha plus.
My only purpose is to breed,
to sow the seeds of genius.
So that my offspring will succeed.

I am the leader of the pack.
No one is fit to take my place.
I have the wisdom which they lack.
I am the wolf who sets the pace.

We work together as a team
but I direct the strategy
I have the wit to plan and scheme
The other wolves defer to me.

That is the way it has to be
As long as I am best I’ll lead.
Some day some pup will challenge me
and hopefully he will succeed..

I am a male an alpha plus
but even alpha males grow old.
In nature it was ever thus
The leadership goes to the bold.

I’m not the wolf I used to be.
I’ve had my time now I must leave.
The pack goes on triumphantly
just as it should do I believe..

To lead the pack a privilege
that’s only open to a few.
Who have the strength and the knowledge
to rule the pack as they must do.

A pack that lacks strong leadership
will very quickly succumb to
lack of direction and hardship.
A leader must know what to do.

But also know he must give way.
To new leader in due course
He’s played the part he had to play
a law that nature will enforce.

Only the best is fit to lead
life is a struggle to survive.
Though a strong leader will succeed
ensuring that his pack will live.

Though leaders come and leaders go.
The pack remains an entity
Since time began it has been so
and will for ever seemingly.

11/06/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Lone White Wolf: The Hunt

As the first day of the new moon creeps into the trees, no wolf among the pack gathers to see the light overcome the darkness to bring in the new day except the lone white wolf. This peculiar wolf is almost solid white except for the black along the length of his nose. It watches over the pack as they peacefully sleep, unaware of his eyes that could protect everything that was soon to come.

Today was the first day of the long hunt for the white wolf. He must bring down an animal that could feed the whole pack for several days, so he could become an official member of the pack, but more importantly, he must prove himself to be one with the pack instead of running alone.

The leader of the wolf pack slowly raises his head like a turtle to look around to see who’s awake. He sees all the wolves are still asleep in a tight circle except the outcast. The leader doesn’t understand why this wolf sleeps alone nor does he understand why the wolf was born white instead of gray. The white wolf stirs from his wakeful sleep. The eyes of the self-proclaimed leader stay on him before moving off to look into the distance searching for all the answers to his questions among the countless trees.

The leader of the wolf pack slowly gets up and walks to the lone wolf and nudges him to sound the morning howl. It was customary for the leader of the wolf pack to do this, but for reasons unknown to any wolf besides the leader, the wolf chose the outcast to sound the howl. The white wolf understands and gives a howl to stir the remaining wolves out of their deep slumber.

Once all the wolves are fully awake and able to comprehend what today is and what it means for the outcast, they realize it is the first day of the new moon. It is the first day of the long hunt. All of the wolves first look to the leader, then to the outcast, then back to the leader wondering who is going to give the special howl to begin the long hunt. No wolf willingly howled the beginning of the long hunt because if the howl was bad, the hunt would go badly, but if the howl was good, the hunt would go smoothly and the hunt would be short. The answer is soon apparent when the eyes of the leader look over the pack to see whose eyes would meet his. None but one pair kept his gaze.

The leader gave a sign, and the wolf began to prepare to give the special howl that would determine the outcome of the hunt. A wolf could not open its muzzle and give an ordinary howl since the hunt would also go badly. To give the special howl the wolf must pull back its hind legs and brace itself to make sure all legs are securely anchored to the ground so that the wolf, while giving the special howl would not slide backwards during the middle of it.

The lone wolf was ready mentally and physically to give the special howl. Once his feet were securely on the ground, the wolf began the howl. The lone white wolf put everything in his howl: the pain of being an outcast his entire life, the anger at his individuality, everything was put into that howl. Wolves stepped back with their fur standing on end; birds flew away squawking bloody murder. The others started yipping and snapping at nothing in particular remembering everything they’d ever felt. After the lone wolf was done, he realized the effect his special howl had on the wolves and he noticed the disarray and confusion that he had caused.

The leader is satisfied and gets the pack into order; it was time to begin the hunt. The wolves began running, their muscles rippling beneath their skin. Nothing could stop them. Their destination was a mile and a half down the road where the large game was located. Running freely among the wolf pack, the lone wolf didn’t feel like an outcast, but whenever he began to get too close, a shallow snip on the shoulder would shove him away to a safer distance.

The game was just ahead; it was time for the lone wolf to prove himself to the pack. The lone wolf went ahead of the pack and picked one of the biggest caribou he could find and slowly approached while the pack followed. The wolves lurched like a bullet from a gun onto the caribou with the white wolf clinging to the exposed flesh of the neck bringing it to the ground but not before it got one last kick in. The kill was successful; the caribou was dead. It was then that the white wolf noticed the bloody mess of the leader of the pack. The last kick of the now dead caribou landed on the skull of the leader, and he was dead instantly. The sight was a grizzly one with his skull caved in and blood gushing out of the wound.

The self-proclaimed leader was dead with no next-in-line to follow. Every wolf looked to the now dead leader, then to the outcast, then back to the dead leader, and then back to the outcast. The white wolf met the eyes of each wolf and got an unspoken request from each one. It was unanimous; the previous outcast of the pack became the leader. For the first time in history, a white wolf was chosen to lead and will lead the wolves to a prosperity the wolves have never known.

2009 October

poem by Matthew Bresette
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Where Is A Leader Ready Worthy?

long machine wars tech wars
burn click in racial memories
stone flint to nuclear missiles
where is a leader ready worthy?
where is leader preaching peace?
where is leader teaching peace?
commanding stop I order peace?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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They are starving for happiness

They are starving for happiness
Their belly is full of mess
Joy is their food
Without it their dead

Starving all way of hunger
Cry in every saw they looked
Fingers are in cold, shivering
They are starving for happiness

Mind looked in every crying eye
Drops let fall. As they saw
No mistakes done, no wonder
They are starving for happiness

Open hair, all scenes amazing
No soft blow of air, nothing
They can’t survive more
They are starving for happiness

Heart full of sorrows, no glow
Hands red, can’t move long
Lot of hunger, full of blood
They are starving for happiness

poem by Monica kulal
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Ken

YOWWW! Ha!
We look to the left and to the right
We need help but nobody's in sight
Where is the man that we all need
Well tell him he's to come and rescue me
Chorus:
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC
Now head 'em up
Rope 'em in
Move 'em out
Now can't you see
That we need the leader of the GLC
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!!)
Who is the funky sex machine?
(KEN!!)
Who is the leader of the GLC?
(KEN!!)
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!!)
Now head 'em up
Rope 'em in
Move 'em out
(KEN!!)
Can't you see
That we need ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the WAHWHAYEAYEAYEAYEA!!!!
Who is the man we all need?
(KEN!)
(KEN!)
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Do do 'n do do 'n do dow
Ken is the man that we all need
Ken is the leader of the GLC!!

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Let's Make A Den (demo)

Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
children of our own.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have
fun when later on we patch it up?
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each Christmas
like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.
Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isn't that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.
Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging
Let's make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
to stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days

song performed by by Xtc
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Run With The Pack

You never give me my money
you only give me your sympathy
cause I keep on running
there Is no way to catch up with me
I'm leaving you
don't make no fuss
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you try to keep me In cages
but baby you got to catch me first
you think your law Is contagious
I'll do my best you can do your worst
I'm leaving you
now who can I trust
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you can hold me now......
On my own way, running with the pack
never never looking back
keep on running, keep on running
movin on, movin on

song performed by by Bad Company
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Homophobia Song

Shows how homophobic some people are
Cryin tears Cause someone shows who they really are
Would they see it the same
If it was him
No
Cause they think it’s funny
They don’t understand
you
I get it
I don’t really care
everyone the same to me
me and us know
people who are scared
who hate themselves
who hate themselves
because of you
maybe you never think
maybe your just mean
maybe you can’t understand your wrong
maybe you follow the pack
like all the other sheep

it ain’t funny
and it aint an offense
its no joke
simple facts
aren’t funny
so just think just listen to your self
and maye you’d understand

I to everyone who gets it
well done
maybe we should just say…

will you think its funny when they dnt come back
oh yeah
didn’t think of that
in your quaint little gags
so take your head off
and screw it back on
the right way round
oh wait might ruin your hair
take it of girl
and leave it their

poem by Annie Clarke
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Murder By Numbers

Once that youve decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art
There really isnt need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someones coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
Its murder by numbers one two three
Its as easy to learn as your abc
Now if you have a taste for this experience
And youre flushed with your very first success
Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
And youll find your conscience bothers you much less
Because murder is like anything you take to
Its a habit-forming need for more and more
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore
Because its murder by numbers one two three
Its as easy to learn as your abc
Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious
In historys great dark hall of fame
All our famous killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name
But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport of the elected
And you dont need to lift a finger of your hand

song performed by by Police
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A College Going Daughter's Prayer

Lord put money in my bank
And I shall call and earnestly thank
Ma who pestered Pa to bend
To her whims and bitterly end
The fight for money in my bank.....

Ma has told him it is less
What she calls the daughter's cess
For panties, knickers and monthly chum
Things so dear they hardly come
With the money in my bank........

My account should always overflow
And on my face there be a glow
I can then, dream to start
To fulfill the desires of my heart
With the money in my bank......

My sisters' told them I am down
With a viral that's profound
I am ill and need to eat
Medicines, cherries, grapes and sweets
With the money in my bank.....

Send me Lord some pleasing news
Of good money I can use
I shall end to feign and faint
Then douse the town in crimson paint
With the money in my bank

2003

poem by Ravinder Malhotra
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Fair Exchange

Two soldiers sat in the rubble
Out by the Berlin autobahn,
Schulz had once been an artist, while
Ludwig came from a farm,
They huddled down as the allied planes
Roared over, dropping their bombs,
The war was pretty well done with,
They were going back to their homes.

Their Units long had been shattered
As they retreated over the Seine,
While Hitler raved in his bunker
That they should hold out, just the same,
They knew their lives would be forfeit
If they were seen there, out in the street,
So only moved in the darkness,
Prayed for the peace that came with defeat.

They each of them carried a shoulder pack
Of things they were taking back,
Some bread, a twist of tobacco
Something to barter for Cognac,
Ludwig's pack seemed to wriggle about,
To Schulz it was awful big,
And so, to allay curiosity,
He told Schulz, it was a pig!

‘I'll need it back on the farm,
Something to breed from in the peace,
The army took all our livestock,
And the farm is still on a lease.
My wife is probably starving
And the kids won't know me at all,
I found it in a deserted farm
And I plucked it over a wall.'

‘And what have you got in your pack, '
Ludwig asked, ‘a chicken or two? '
‘Or maybe a slice of bratwurst,
Give me a look, I'm hungry too! '
‘Nothing that you could eat, ' said Schulz,
‘I've a painting by Matisse,
Part of the plunder of Goering,
Fell off a truck that was heading east.'

The ground was shaking with falling bombs,
They had to cover their ears,
‘I've had enough of this war, ' said Schulz,
His eyes were filling with tears,
Then out of the firestorm came a man
Stumbling through the gap,
With an SS badge at his collar
And a Death's Head badge on his cap.

He pulled out his Luger, covered them,
And sneered at the uniform,
‘Another couple of cowards, eh?
You'll wish you'd never been born!
The Fuhrer says I should shoot you now,
So tell me, why should you live? '
‘The war is done, if you let us run,
We may have something to give.'

So Ludwig opened his pack a shade
And showed the soldier his pig,
‘You can have yourself a mighty roast,
You won't find another as big.'
‘And you, what prize can you offer me? '
‘I've got a real Matisse…'
‘I'll take it all, ' said the SS man,
‘It'll sit on my mantelpiece! '

He took the packs and he backed on out
Went stumbling out in the blitz,
When suddenly there was an awful blast
And the man was blown to bits.
‘The pig must have wriggled and pulled the pin
Of the hand grenade in the pack;
We can thank the gods, or providence,
That could have been me in the hat! '

The SS cap was covered in blood
Had landed at Ludwig's feet,
He grinned at Schulz, said: ‘Fancy that!
I hope you can be discreet.'
‘There goes a priceless Matisse, ' said Schulz,
‘But fair exchange, if we live,
I'm sorry about your porker, but
There are several types of pig! '

16 November 2012

poem by David Lewis Paget
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The monk with long pretty hair

I love this life,
Sworn to serve the poor,
My body honed to perfection,
With the life style,
The material skill,
The difficult chores,
And the blessing our the lord Buddha,
I will always honor him,
For he gave me the greatest gift of all,
My long pretty hair.

The others start to object,
Claiming my head needs shaving,
There just jealous,
I wear the orange robe,
What more do they want?
I’m always on time,
The best in my class,
I bet that’s why they hate me,
Because who could hate,
My long pretty hair.

Everyday I realise,
My hair is all I care for,
I made my excuses,
I need to be clean,
Because cleanliness is holiness,
Suddenly there’s not enough hours in the day,
I cut the training,
And fall behind on my chores,
To stare at perfection in the mirror,
My long pretty hair.

The Masters are angry at me preaching,
That my hair sets me apart,
As indeed it does,
I see the jealousy in every eye,
They hate me because I'm perfect,
Why should I shave my head?
Am I not the universe’s chosen?
Above all the others,
So what if I’m the better with,
My long pretty hair.

I’m banished from my home,
But that’s ok,
They left me a mirror,
Which I stare into all day,
I found my true love,
Better than my old life,
Helping and healing and fighting,
I rebel against my order,
Despite all I lose I still have,
My long pretty hair.

On the execution block I stand,
In all my glory,
They took my mirror away,
And dared to touch my hair,
Who can blame me for hurting them?
They deserved it,
And now I stand,
Proud and tall,
With my hair flowing free,
Caressed by the breeze
My long pretty hair.

And I now hang by the gate,
By my long pretty hair,
Final glory for everyone to see.
My long pretty hair.

poem by David Whittingham
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Lets Make A Den

Lets make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of hay
Who will be leader?
In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have
Children of our own.
Lets make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of wood
Who will be leader?
Wouldnt it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total
Possession of the hill
For the rest of our days?
Isnt that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isnt that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of our den.
Lets make a den
What shall we use?
Make it out of bricks
Who will be leader?
In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my wont we have
Fun when later on we patch it up?
Lets make a den
What shall we use?
Make it from cement
Who will be leader?
In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each christmas
Like there was nothing ever wrong
For the rest of our days.
Isnt that what we can all look forward to when we grow up?
Isnt that what we can all look forward to?
Behind the door, women and men
Love and war inside of their den.
Well you can wear your brand new nurses outfit,
And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit.
Everything unchanging
Just furniture arranging
Lets make a den
What shall we use?
Make it underground
Who will be leader?
Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just
To stop us from cuddling and hanging on
For the rest of our days.

song performed by by Xtc
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Tonight We Murder

red hand takes a purple terror
love knows these nuts
when we escape from the madhouse
we will... hunt down
tonight we murder
between the battle of pain and hate
we will wait, but not for our time
we'll for hate and to take
to deep... throat
tonight
tonight we murder
between the pain, the battle of pain
love never ties knots
a twisted plan of fear and hate
we'll never untie these nuts
tonight we murder
i murder
tonight we murder

song performed by by Ministry
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From The Jesus Papers....

the question we have to ask ourselves
is whether Jesus would be a member of the present
Christian church?
would He choose to be American?
or would He walk the starving roads of Africa?
would He flee with the women and children
in the countries bombed?
would He be a political force,
or a political dissident?
would He be a capitalist, a socialist, or an anarchist?
would He self immoliate with the Tibetan monks
in the name of freedom?
would He carry the bodies out of the mines?
would He hold the addict's hands?
would He call capital punishment justice, or murder?
would He turn His back on the poor, the homeless, and the jobless?
would He be white, black, or brown?
would He condemn? or walk in compassion?
would He hate Muslims, Buddhists, and atheists?
would He be a patriot, or a rebel?
would you let Him in your house?
would He be an illegal immigrant?
would He throw the money changers out of Wall Street?
out of Washington? out of the church?
would you Know Him if you met Him?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Its Money That I Love

I dont love the mountains and I dont love the sea and I dont love jesus he never done a thing for me I aint pretty like my sister or smart like my dad or good like my mama its money that i
Its money that I love they say thats money cant buy love in this world but itll get you a half-pound of cocaine and a sixteen-year old girl and a great big long limousine on a hot september
Now that may not be love but it is all right one, two its money that I love wanna kiss you three, four its money that I love used to worry about the poor but I dont worry anymore used to wor
Out the black man now I dont worry about the black man used to worry about the starving children of india you know what I say about the starving children of india ? I say, oh mama i
Oney that I love its money that I love its money that I love

song performed by by Randy Newman
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if I Was The Leader Of The Pack

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Premeditation

Lone Wolf Plan

Leader Of The Pack

Natural Selection for Friend Thad

Knife

The Lone White Wolf: The Hunt

Where Is A Leader Ready Worthy?

They are starving for happiness

Ken

Let's Make A Den (demo)

Run With The Pack

Homophobia Song

Murder By Numbers

A College Going Daughter's Prayer

Fair Exchange

The monk with long pretty hair

Lets Make A Den

Tonight We Murder

From The Jesus Papers....

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