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For weeks your falling, that's my darling Sawing you in two, using me, using you Hear them calling drawing you back What can you do? Watch out Mack, here's a rat Falling off the track, fade out black Black in feedback, hit the flashback Don't you know we hate that? Your a rattlesnake And your full of shit Your a rattlesnake Fuck that shit, I don't wanna hear it Your a rattlesnake I hate your band, you understand? You can't bare it when we blare it Well you come you can, come come true You got no passion, it's all fashion Calm down, flames red or blue You don't know, you got no clue Your a rattlesnake I see through And your full of shit You said you know us, we don't know you I fuckin hate you Your a rattlesnake You talk that shit about our crew, we hate you You Jump on the next bandwagon But you ain't shit, you get frustrated What's the next fan in, I heard you braggin We never hesitated to call you a Charlatan Cause we hate you Your a rattlesnake And your full of shit I fuckin hate you Your a rattlesnake Your a rattlesnake and I hate you And your full of shit Your a rattlesnake

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The Broadside Singers was, for practical purposes, Sis Cunningham and whoever was available for the performance or recording. Sis was the publisher of the topical song magazine Broadside. She also wrote the song "How Can We Keep On Moving Unless We Migrate Too?" and many others. Sis sang, played guitar and piano and is playing accordian in the most common photo of the Almanac Singers with Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger. Bob Dylan was one of the original editors and his "Blowing In The Wind" was the first cover song for the magazine.

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