in the morning as you walk down to the pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest... You pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets... You've been sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do? Well, that fine morning, you see on the walls and poles and everywhere... someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides signed by (THOMAS) PAIN(E). You read the words and they stir you like a lover... you go home and get your gun; inspired finally to be free -- the free you have dreamed of... to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.
I read the comment on this one, after telling myself that I would not.... and you just don't want peace... you hang onto your anger, buddyt, and it will be your ticket to hell, not mine.