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Uh, close your mind, close your eyes, see with your heart
How do you forgive the murderer of your father? The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr Terrorist We came through the storm Nooses on our necks, and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn?wake up! The alarm clock is connected to a bomb Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed Civilians and lil' children is especially harmed Camouflage Torahs, Bibles, and glorious Qu'rans The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there Have become misinterpreted reasons for warfare We read 'em with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there! ...Yeah Need to open up a park, just close 10 schools, we don't need them Can you please call the fire department, they down here marchin' for freedom Burn down all they tepees, turn the TVs on to teach them, and move! The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Terrorist Now a poor Klu Klux man see that we all brothers Not 'cause things the same, but 'cause we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross, 'cause he can't afford the gasoline Now if a Muslim woman's strapped with a bomb on the bus With the seconds runnin' give you the jitters Just imagine an American-based Christian organization Plannin' to poison water supplies to bring the Second Coming quicker Nigga, they ain't livin' properly Break 'em off with a lil' democracy Turn they whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola for they property Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none And don't give 'em all, naw, man, just give 'em some It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh! The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Ter-ro-rist The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Ter-ro-rist Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glocks, and things Give red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give the black man crack, glocks and things Give the red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back |
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It never makes no sense
It never makes no sense Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire Armageddon is a deadly day Armageddon is a deadly way They comin for you everyday While senators on holiday The army recruiters in the parking lot Hustling kids there jugglin pot Listen, young man, listen to my plan Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man Bom bom here's what you get... an M-16 and a kevlar vest You might come home with one less leg but this thing will surely keep a bullet out your chest So, come on, come on, sign up, come on This one's nothing like Vietnam Except for the bullets, except for the bombs, except for the youth that's gone So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire Tell me, President, tell me if you will How many people does a smart bomb kill? How many of 'em do you think we got? The general says we never miss a shot And we never ever ever keep a body count We killin so efficiently, we can't keep count In the Afghan hills, the rebels still fightin Opium fields keep providin The best heroin that money can buy and Nobody knows where Osama been hidin The press confrences keep on lyin Like we don't know So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire Some say engine, engine number nine Machine guns on a New York transit line The war for oil is a war for the beast The war on terror is a war on peace Tellin you they're gonna protect you and Tellin you that they support the troops And don't let them fool you with their milk and honey No, they only want your money One step forward and two steps back One step forward and two steps back Why do veterans get no respect PTSD and a broken back Take a look at where your money's gone seen Take a look at what they spend it on No excuses, no illusions Light up ya lighter, bring it home So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire So we keep it on 'til ya comin' home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire Fire, fire, fire, yeah, you know, so light up ya lighter Fire, fire, fire, fire, no, light up ya lighter |
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Uh! Backwards!
C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! Oh no, struck by greased lightning F'ed by the same last name, you know what? China ain't never givin back that goddamned plane Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain Have you forgotten? I've been through the first term of rotten The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in Don't look at me, I ain't callin for no assasination I'm just sayin, sayin Who voted for that asshole of your nation? Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres Who did what RayGun said And then became prez himself, went for delf Knee deep in his damned self Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it No you cannot freestyle this Cause you still ain't free If I fight for y'all then they get me How many o y'all is comin to get me? None! Cause it's easier to forget me Ain't that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the Illuminati Y'know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party! He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad Now here's the pitch Hiding inside certified genocide Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush? Out of nowhere headed to the hot house Killed 135 at the last count Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid Go on! He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad the father, the son the father, the son the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit The father The father Coke is the real thing Used to make you swing Used to be yo thing Daddy had you under his wing Uhh, son of a Bush Bringin kilos to fill up silos You probably sniffed piles Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles That shit is wild That shit is wild CIA child That shit is wild CIA child He's the son of a Baaaaaad man The son of a bad He's the son of a Baaaaaad man Son of a bad Son of a bad man |
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Your empty walls...
Your empty walls... Pretentious attention Dismissive apprehension Don't waste your time, on coffins today When we decline, from the confines of our mind Don't waste your time, on coffins today Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you To be Left behind those empty walls Taunt you To see From behind those empty walls Those empty walls When we decline, from the confines of our mind Don't waste your time, on coffins today Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you To be Left behind those empty walls Taunt you To see From behind those empty walls Want you to be Left behind those empty walls I taunt you To see From behind those empty walls From behind those empty walls From behind those empty walls The walls From behind those empty walls I loved you Yesterday, before You killed my family. Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you To be Left behind those empty walls Taunt you To see From behind those empty walls Want you to be, left behind those empty walls Taunt you To see From behind those empty walls From behind those empty walls From behind those fucking walls From behind those goddamn walls Those walls... Those walls... |
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There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot But the people aren't looking for a handout, they're America's working corps Can this be what they voted for? Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride From the force to the union shops, the war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor, all they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it At a job site the boss is god like Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stones throw away from a rock fight but not tonight Feed 'em death, here comes another ration Feed 'em death, 'cause they're the finest in the nation Feed 'em death, when there's nothing left to feed them with When it's freedom or it's death Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed |
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[Iriscience]
War is life and war is death War's a vaccum but war's a breath And war is a war that can never be won But war is the way Johnny got his gun War, it brings students out in a rally War's something that I see too much in Cali War with black, and war with brown And war with everyone as the sound resounds in war, more than you bargained for War is blinding and wars ROAR War is getting picked off storming the shore And war is how the rich conrol the poor War is the boom of impending doom War fills history books and fills tombs War is my lyrics when I duel with drums War is the shape of things to come War is suffering, war is bluffing What is it good for, absolutely nothing! +War+ is one of my favorite groups And war is why they turn y'all kids to troops War, between my zodiac twin One want to do right, one want to sin War is a loop that does not end Cause war is often between kin and friend Everywhere is war and rumors of war I rap battle hymns cause tour is a war Some war with God and some with the beast Some war for war but we war for peace - peace! |
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How many people, how many have died?
I'm feeling lucky and afraid at the same time How many times have you sat home and wondered why? We always hear about the U.S.A., but not the other side In fileds of agony everybody dies How many humans, how many does it take? We get a cedar box, they get a body rake How many lives does it take before we can end this war? Bring Johnny home soon, he forgot what the fuck that they were fighting for In fields of agony I don't wanna die or be sent home on a cargo plane A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million A million... How many weapons, how many do we need? What about the economy, what about the economy? You'll be the hero at the end of your catastrophe It can't be stopped with unity, with collaboration of you and me And human dignity In fields of agony ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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The new age is upon us...and yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
...for those who hide behind the false image of the son of man, shall stand before God! It has begun... the beginning of the end...yeah...yeah...yeah, yeah The voice of racism preaching the Gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not religion, but a spiritual bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran They bombed innocent people, trying to murder Saddam When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings 'Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, ideology Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facing assassination Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves Corporate America, dancing offbeat to the rhythm You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism? Human rights violations, we continue the saga El Salvador and the Contras in Nicaragua And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Read about the history of the place that we live in And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension And they refuse to even mention, European intervention Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams US manufactured missiles, and M-16's Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams Media censorship, blocking out the video screens A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain Democracy is just a word, when the people are starving The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezing And the world doesn't believe that you fighting for freedom Cause you fucked the Middle East and gave birth to a demon It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live I'm trying to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God Bitch niggas scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your project window Yeah, the fourth branch of the government, aka the media, seems to now have a retirement plan For ex-military officials as if their opinion was at all unbiased. A machine shouldn't speak for men so shut the fuck up you mindless drone And you know it's serious when these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars On a PR campaign to try and convince you they're fair and balanced When they're some of the most ignorant and racist people Giving that type of mentality a safe haven We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do We die in wars, we don't get contracts to make money off 'em afterwards We don't get weapons contracts, nigga We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga We are cheap labor, nigga Turn off the news and read, nigga Read. Read. Read. |
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Why do they always
send the poor Barbarisms by Barbara With pointed heels Victorious victories kneel For brand new spanking deals Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers You depend on our protection Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions Hangers sitting dripped in oil Crying freedom Handed to obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Blast off it's party time And we don't live in a fascist nation Blast off it's party time And where the fuck are you Where the fuck are you Where the fuck are you Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions Hangers sitting dripped in oil Crying freedom Handed to obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sun Where the fuck are you Where the fuck are you Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor They always send the poor They always send the poor |
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I got my finger on the trigger
But I don’t know who to trust When I look into your eyes There’s just devils and dust We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie Home’s a long, long way from us I feel a dirty wind blowing Devils and dust I got God on my side And I’m just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear’s a powerful thing, It can turn your heart black you can trust It’ll take your God filled soul And fill it with devils and dust Well I dreamed of you last night In a field of blood and stone The blood began to dry The smell began to rise Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie In a field of mud and bone Your blood began to dry And the smell began to rise We’ve got God on our side We’re just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear’s a powerful thing, baby It’ll turn your heart black you can trust It’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust It’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust [Harmonica solo] Now every woman and every man They wanna take a righteous stand Find the love that God wills And the faith that He commands I’ve got my finger on the trigger And tonight faith just ain’t enough When I look inside my heart There’s just devils and dust Well I’ve got God on my side And I’m just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear’s a dangerous thing It can turn your heart black you can trust It’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust Yeah it’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust [Harmonica solo] |
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Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks I just want you to know, I can see through your masks You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy You play with my world, like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive A world war can be won, and you want me to believe But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain Like I see through the water that runs down my drain You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled The fear to bring children, into this world For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins How much do I know, to talk out of turn? You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never forgive what you do Let me ask you one question, is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could? Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll All the money you made will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon And I'll watch as you're lowered, into your deathbed And I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead |
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When the President talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long? Does he ask to rape our women's rights And send poor farm kids off to die? Does God suggest an oil hike When the President talks to God? When the President talks to God Are the consonants all hard or soft? Is he resolute on down the line? Is every issue black or white? Does what God says ever change his mind When the President talks to God? When the President talks to God Does he fake that drawl or merely nod? Agree which convicts should be killed? Where prisons should be built and filled? Which voter fraud must be concealed When the President talks to God? When the President talks to God I wonder which one plays the better cop? "We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke" "No they're lazy, George, I say we don't Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke" That's what God recommends When the President talks to God Do they drink near beer and go play golf While they pick which countries to invade Which Muslim souls still can be saved? I guess God just calls a spade a spade When the President talks to God When the President talks to God Does he ever think that maybe He's not That that voice is just inside his head? When he kneels next to the Presidential bed Does he ever smell his own bullshit When the President talks to God? I doubt it |
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I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I've had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope Money for dope Money for rope No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope Money for dope Money for rope I'm sick to death of seeing things From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth now I've had enough of watching scenes Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope It's money for dope Money for rope Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth now I've had enough of reading things by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth now All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth now All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth |
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The people have heard the news
The people have spoken You may not like what they said But they weren't jokin' Way out on the desert sands Lies a desperate lover They call her the "Queen of Oil" So much to discover Don't need no ad machine Telling me what I need Don't need no Madison Avenue War Don't need no more boxes I can see Covered in flags but I can't see them on TV Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies The restless consumer flies Around the world each day With such an appetite for taste and grace People from around the world Need someone to listen We're starving and dying from our disease We need your medicine How do you pay for war And leave us dyin' ? When you could do so much more You're not even tryin' Don't need no TV ad Tellin' me how sick I am Don't want to know how many people are like me Don't need no dizziness Don't need no nausea Don't need no side effects like diarrhea or sexual death Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies The restless consumer lies Asleep in her hotel With such an appetite For anything that sells A hundred voices from a hundred lands Need someone to listen People are dying here and there They don't see the world the way you do There's no mission accomplished here Just death to thousands A hundred voices from a hundred lands Cry out in unison Don't need no terror squad Don't want no damned Jihad Blowin' themselves away in my hood But we don't talk to them So we don't learn from them Hate don't negotiate with Good Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies Don't need no more lies The restless comsumer flies Around the world each day With such an appetite for efficiency And pace... Don't need no more lies. |
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I salute to you Commander
And I sneeze 'Cause I have Now An Allergy To your policies it seems Where have we gone wrong America Mr Lincoln we can't seem To find you anywhere out of the millions From the deserts To the mountains Over prairies To the shores Is this just the Madness of King George Yo George Is this just the Madness of King George Yo George Well you have the whole Nation On all fours |
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You left them swimming for their lives
Down in New Orleans Can't afford a gallon of gasoline With your useless degrees and contrary statistics This government business is straight up sadistic Now you don't fight for us But expect us to die for you You have no sympathy for us But still I cry for you Now you may kill the revolutionary But the revolution you can never bury Don't speak to us like we work for you Selling false hope like some new dope we're addicted to I'm not a desperate man but these are desperate times at hand This generation is beyond your command And it won't be long 'Til the people flood the streets To take you down One and all A black rain is gonna fall |
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I got your letter today
and I miss you all so much here I cant wait to see you all and Im counting the days here I still believe that theres gold at the end of the world And Ill come home to Illinois on the day after tomorrow It is so hard and it's cold here and Im tired of taking orders And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border What I miss, you won't believe shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow I close my eyes every nite and I dream that I can hold you They fill us full of lies, everyone buys 'bout what it means to be a soldier I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel 'bout all the blood that's been spilled Will god on this throne get me back home on the day after tomorrow You can't deny, the other side Don't want to die anymore then we do What I'm trying to say is don't they pray to the same god that we do? And tell me how does god choose whose prayers does he refuse? Who turns the wheel Who throws the dice on the day after tomorrow I'm not fighting, for justice I am not fighting, for freedom I am fighting, for my life and another day in the world here I just do what I've been told We're just the gravel on the road And only the lucky ones come home on the day after tomorrow And the summer, it too will fade and with it brings the winter's frost dear And I know we too are made of all the things that we have lost here I'll be 21 today I been saving all my pay And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow And my plane it will touch down on the day after tomorrow |
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