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White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery Killed our tribes killed our creed Took our game for his own need We fought him hard we fought him well Out on the plains we gave him hell But many came too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free? Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom a stab in the back Women and children and cowards attack Run to the hills run for your lives Run to the hills run for your lives Soldier blue on the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game Raping the women and wasting the men The only good Indians are tame Selling them whisky and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills run for your lives (repeat to end) |
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If you're feeling down, depressed, and lonely,
I know a place where we can go. 22, Acacia Avenue, meet a lady that I know. So if you're looking for a good time, And you're prepared to pay the price. Fifteen quid is all she asks for, Everybody's got their vice. If you're waiting for a long time, For the rest to do their piece. You can tell her that you know me, And you might even get it free. So any time you're down the East End, Don't you hesitate to go, You can take my honest word for it, She'll teach you more than you can know. Charlotte, can't you get out from all this madness Can't you see it only brings you sadness When you entertain your men Don't know the risk of getting disease? Some day when you're reaching the age of forty I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying Nobody then will want to know You wont have any beautiful wares to show any more 22, the Avenue, thats the place where we all go You will find its warm inside, the red lights burning bright tonight. Charlotte, isn't it time you stopped all this mad life. Don't you ever think about the bad times. Why do you have to live this way. Do you enjoy the lay or is it the pay. Sometimes when you're strolling down the avenue, The way you walk, it makes men think of having you. When you're walking down the street, Everybody stops and turns to stare, at you. 22, the Avenue, that's the place where we all go. You will find it's warm inside, The red light's burning bright tonight. Beat her, mistreat her, do anything that you please. Bite her, excite her, make her get down on her knees. Abuse her, misuse her, she can take all that you've got. Caress her, molest her, she always does what you want. You're running away, don't you know what you're doing? Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin? Charlotte, you've taken your life and you've thrown it away. You believe that because what you're earning, Your life's good, don't you know that you're hurting, All the people that love you, don't cast them aside. All the men that are constantly drooling, It's no life for you, stop all that screwing. You're packing your bags, you're coming with me. |
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"We want information... information... information...
Who are you? The new number two Who is number one? You are number six I AM NOT A NUMBER!!! I AM A FREE MAN!!! HAHAHAHAHA" I'm on the run, I'll kill to eat, Starving now, feeling dead on my feet. Going all the way, I'm nature's beast. Do what i want, I do as i please. Run, you've gotta fight, to breathe, it's tough. Now you see me, now you don't. Break the walls, I'm coming out. I'm not a prisoner, I'm a free man, And my blood is my own now. Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going...out. If you kill me, it's self defence. If I kill you, then I call it vengeance. Spit in your eye, I will defy. You'll be afraid when I call out your name. Run, you've gotta fight, to breathe, it's tough. Now you see me, now you don't. Break the walls, I'm coming out. I'm not a prisoner, I'm a free man, And my blood is my own now. Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going. I'm not a number, I'm a free man, I'll live my life how i want to. You'd better scratch me from your black book, 'Cause I'll run rings around you. |
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