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She taught him how to walk
He taught him how to run.
She used a mother's love
He used the point of a gun.
Mrs. Fulton's son,
Mrs. Fulton's son.
Less than human on the hunt
Spit upon that poor soul
Hate-breeder, hate-machine
Look at that caveman go!
Mrs. Fulton's son,
Mrs. Fulton's son.
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