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You will not be able to stay home brother
you will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out you will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be televised the revolution will not be brought to you by xerox in 4 parts without commercial interruption The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog moss confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal The revolution will not get rid of the nubs The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner because The revolution will not be televised brother There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays pushing that cart down the block on the dead run or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 8:32 or the count from 29 districts The revolution will not be televised There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay There will be no pictures of young being run out of Harlem a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a red, black and green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving for just the right occasion Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant and women will not care of Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day The revolution will not be televised there will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Engelbert Humperdinck of The Rare Earth The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people You will not have to worry about a germ in your bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in you toilet bowl The revolution will not go better with Coke The revolution will not fight germs that can cause bad breath The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat The revolution will not be televised, will no be televised will not be televised The revolution will be no re-run brothers The revolution will be live-- 27569 |
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If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon
Or you're watching your children playin' after school They seem to be so unaware of I know I know The things that they soon have to take care of We got to do something yeah to save the children Soon it will be their test to try and save the world Right now they seem to play such a small part of The things that they soon be right at the heart of My little Tommy he said he wants to be a fireman And little Mary she said she got to teach at school If we know or we say we know about the problems ohohoh Why can't we do something to try and solve them We got to do something yeah to save the children Soon it will be their test to try and save the world We got to do something yeah to save the children To save the children To save the children |
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A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why Hang on to your rosary beads Close your eyes to watch me die You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it God, but did you ever try To turn your sick soul inside out So that the world, so that the world Can watch you die Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams Home is where the needle marks Try to heal my broken heart And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again Home again Home again Home again Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it Kick it, can't go home again |
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