It’s great when you can kids to dress up in your country’s colors and put on a little patriotic show. Everybody loves kids. It’s not so great, though, when one of ‘em starts picking his nose right in the middle of Hymn to Liberty, and then your proud and patriotic album comes out and there’s that SAME FUCKING KID right there on the cover, immortalized forever. It’s called “quality control,” Greece. Get some.
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