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Mountjoy - Morrissey
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Mountjoy Morrissey

Mountjoy - Morrissey
The Joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddled here
Men and boys

1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried

I was sent here by a three-foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin
And never did I flinch

A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
That I'd feel sad to leave

You see
We all lose
We all lose

What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given the chance
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