


By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea we wept,
When we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps
Upon the willows in the midst thereof,
For there they that carried us away
captive required of us a song;
And they that wasted us required of
us mirth, saying,
"Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
Psalm 137, Lamentations 5
We were taken to Babylon where we were tortured, but they cant kill us...why? Cause true thugs don't die. We just retaliate with hate and we multiply. Now you want me to sing for you. OK...I'll sing for you. 1999 Enter the Desperado - The Untouchable.
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