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Hey, iron fist in a velvet glove. He is the thunder from above. Moon Hills looking on the pavement stone. The only ruler on a jacket throne. Love popping through the city veins. He is the one who broke the heavy chains. A silver ghost in a world of gray. Walking tall through the debris of today. George, the legend, the law, the finest that you ever saw. Across the ages, this battle will fly. Fucking George is king until we die. Generations whisper the home. Inherited glory and the wild flame. Never second rate, never shelf. A monument built by the man himself. He own the shadows and the morning light. A burning beacon in the dead of night. Class and cut it and a soul of steel. The only thing that is truly real. History bows when he walks the street. The pulse of the earth beneath his feet. No ending written for a tale so bold. A crown of diamonds and a heart of gold. The land in the hall. The finest vintage that you ever saw. Across the ages, this battle will fly. Fucking George is king until we die. The man, the legend, the law, the finest that you ever saw. Across the ages, this battle — Fucking George is king until we die.