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A K A S The White Doves Smoking Guns

White doves love the smell of smoking guns. Peace signs with crosshairs in our eyes. White doves love the smell of smoking guns. Peace signs in our eyes. White

guitars won't stay in tune. These fists are raised against you. These words refuse to rhyme. These kids won't stay in line tonight. Black eyes, white

On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie. Tonight, they say everything's gonna

gonna shout out loud. All around the world...all the people gonna shout out loud. Raise your hands, unrest is your best friend. Stand up, open your mouth. Gonna start a

bored I can hardly breathe. Do you know what I mean? Fast lane, champagne, fast cars and caviar. Ain't it a shame we don't all grow up to be movie stars. I want a

on empty. Empty pockets, empty souls...so what you gonna do? What you gonna do when it ain't cool to be a loser no more? Generation X. A generation vexed