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O.C. Bearheart

O.C. Bearheart

Go Fuck Yourself

Them's fightn' words.

If you’re too scared to look inside,

Or let your conscience be your guide,

If you’re a lover of yourself

Or only decorate book shelves,

If you think you have a perfect life

Or go home each night to beat your beat your wife,

If you are scared of being wrong,

Or you're a sheep that bleats along

To everything that’s told to you

By those who say they know what’s true,

If you hurt animals or kids,

Or act on what ethics forbids,

Or collect and polish deadly guns

To shoot deer (or kids) as it runs,

If you think your country is the best

Then war and spar with all the rest,

If you rape girls for fun and thrill,

Or hurt, dismember, maim or kill,

If you read this and laughed aloud

Because you’re above this all, and proud,

You know what to do.

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