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Illinois, 1969. A cover-up conspiracy.
Do you think that it was self defense?
To enter a man's home and shoot him in his bed?
The greed-creeps want security through the murder of revolutionaries.
Suppress those who possess intelligence, "How dare they act so un-American?"
Talkin' about Fred Hampton, you gotta chew them up before they shoot you up.
Pigs raid West Monroe Street
Shots fired, hooves hit concrete.
An inequitable accessory, turned an apartment into a mortuary.
J. Edgar Hoover monitored his phonecalls, Kool-aid laced with secobarbital.
The proletariat is un-American!
They're gonna lock up your son, public enemy number one.


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