Text písně Inspection 12: To the Victor go the Spoils

To the Victor go the Spoils


I tread down the street today as far as I could
I though long and hard about if what I done was good
I petitioned my brain: Was I proud or in vain
Where I stood?
But who are you to say what's true?
And who am I to say your right?
It's up to you and me
I made up my mind today or so I had thought
I planned out a speech for what would happen if we fought
No remorse, No regret, No forgive, No forget
Something's unethical is it me?







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