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Gooooooodbye, Slaves

This is for a special song singer who was marching on the East Side Wednesday. You were riding a bike and singing revolutionary songs. I was marching around dressed in all-black. We started to sing Bella Ciao together but forgot some of the lyrics and then the cops were being a douche so we split up. Since we forgot, here they are, not the Italian version but the Chumbawamba version. Cheers to all the partisans, I hope to see you in hell.
The world is waking outside my window
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Drags my senses into the sunlight
For there are things that I must do
Wish me luck now, I have to leave you
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
With my friends now up to the city
We're going to shake the Gates of Hell
And I will tell them - we will tell them
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
That our sunlight is not for franchise
And wish the bastards drop down dead
Next time you see me I may be smiling
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
I'll be in prison or on the TV
I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"