(vs. 1) there are days i don't believe the words i say like a life that i'm not living a song that i'm not singing but to you
there are times that i believe i'm satisfied like an intimate connection despite this bad reception with you
(pre-chorus) because i can't afford to pay for most of what i say so it's a lucky thing that the truth's public domain
(chorus) and i am like a mockingbird i've got no new song to sing and i am like an amplifier i just tell you what i've heard oh, i'm like a mockingbird
(vs. 2) and yes, it's true that i need this more than you like one whose name is many have mercy, please don't send me away
(pre-chorus) and i'll do all i can to be a better man oh i'll clean up this act and be worse than we started
(vs. 1) don't teach me about politics and government just tell me who to vote for don't teach me about truth and beauty just label my music
don't teach me how to live like a free man just give me a new law
(pre-chorus) i don't wanna know if the answers aren't easy so just bring it down from the mountain to me
(chorus) i want a new law i want a new law gimme that new law
(vs. 2) don't teach me about moderation and liberty i prefer a shot of grape juice
don't teach me about loving my enemies
don't teach me how to listen to the Spirit just give me a new law
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(bridge) what's the use in trading a law you can never keep for one you can that cannot get you anything do not be afraid do not be afraid do not be afraid
(vs. 1) poverty is so hard to see when it's only on your tv and twenty miles across town where we're all living so good that we moved out of Jesus' neighborhood where he's hungry and not feeling so good from going through our trash he says, more than just your cash and coin i want your time, i want your voice i want the things you just can't give me
(vs. 2) so what must we do here in the west we want to follow you we speak the language and we keep all the rules even a few we made up come on and follow me but sell your house, sell your suv sell your stocks, sell your security and give it to the poor what is this, hey what's the deal i don't sleep around and i don't steal i want the things you just can't give me
(bridge) because what you do to the least of these my brother's, you have done it to me because i want the things you just can't give me
(verse. 1) i have come to give you life and to show you how to live it i have come to make things right to heal their ears and show you how to forgive them
(pre-chorus) because i would rather die i would rather die i would rather die than to take your life
(chorus) how can i kill the ones i’m supposed to love my enemies are men like me i will protest the sword if it’s not wielded well my enemies are men like me
(verse. 2) peace by way of war is like purity by way of fornication it’s like telling someone murder is wrong and then showing them by way of execution
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(bridge) when justice is bought and sold just like weapons of war the ones who always pay are the poorest of the poor
In God we trust and the government is on His shoulders in God we trust through democracy and tyranny alike in God we trust He uses both good and evil men
in God we trust so we fight for peace and He fights for us in God we trust even when He fights us for someone else in God we trust even when He looks like the enemy
in God we trust even though our hearts are bankrupt in God we trust for more than just the value of our dollar bills in God we trust but there’s no gold behind these notes of reserve
in God we trust even through our great presumption in God we trust even though He favors no nation-state in God we trust even when the blessing is a curse
black eye from staring through a keyhole at my lover i swear it’s not from his fists when stockholm syndrome comes to where they’re keeping you you never know what time it is
black eye is all it’s gonna take for me to love you it’s written in my constitution if you go, you know i’m coming with you blind, bound by love
time is no friend to the ones who wait for daylight to come time looks the same at the ones who hate and the ones that do nothing
black eye is what i’m gonna paint for your protection to cover the tracks that you’re leaving i misplace my face so we can be together red lips change how you’re perceiving
time is no friend to the ones who wait for daylight to come time looks the same at the ones who hate and the ones that do nothing
You wanna rock with the cops on the front line you wanna kick it with the people in the back you strike a match and you throw back a cocktail there’s got to be a better way
it is harder to stay it is harder to wait to out-love, to out-suffer them
i wanna dream up a world i wanna live in i wanna spray it on a building downtown i wanna protest with patience and a paycheck ‘cause there’s got to be a better way
it is harder to stay it is harder to wait to out-love, to out-suffer them
don’t wanna wait no drugs or sleep i wanna hold your hand grenade
God bless these bombs baptize this rope lie with us in the bed we’ve made
it is harder to stay it is harder to wait to out-love, to out-suffer them
freddie, please how could you do this to me how could you tell me you love me when you hate me freddie, please
you know i love you honey but i’ll bleed you dry with money i’ll talk where i know you can hear ‘cause freddie can’t you see brother, you’re the one who’s queer
freddie, please how could you do this to me how could you tell me you love me when you hate me freddie, please
the stone’s been rolled away and you’re picketing my grave for loving the things you hate but why do you seek the living among the dead
freddie, please how could you do this to me how could you tell them you love me when you hate me freddie, please
i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum i know how it works, oh i’m not dumb i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
like sex without love like peace without the dove like a crime scene without the blood i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum
i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers mascara’s gonna run when you see my tears i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers
like lies without the truth like wine without the fruit like a skydive without the chute i don’t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum
i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine i know what i want if you know what i mean i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine
like heaven without gates like hell without flames like life without pain i don’t want the Father, you know i want a vending machine i don’t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum
i was free to live and love and kill as i saw fit i was at peace, there really was no one i was at war with the only common good was that we understood that laws unjust were only good for breaking that difference legalized instead of sameness left nobody free
that was the day before i married my conscience to the state
my taxes paid, these roads were laid to places of my choosing there were no eyes up in the skies looking down into my bed there was no government without our consent keys were made for anyone who just claimed it glass was all of every wall that framed it from sea to shining sea
that was the day before i married my conscience to the state
right and wrong were written on my heart and not just in the laws that condemn me now with caesar satisfied i can even do the things that should offend me
baby when i put my hands on you i feel like i’m touching the earth i’m breaking ground and the soil is wet, slipping through my hands
baby when i put my eyes on you i follow the curves of the moon the oceans rise and come crashing down onto the shore
but your love is a noose around my neck i give up and i know i will regret it your love is a weight around my legs but i don’t know who i am unless you’re holding me
baby when i listen to your words they whisper to me like the wind but they’re strong enough to blow me down and destroy my house
but your love is a noose around my neck i give up and i know i will regret it your love is a weight around my legs but i don’t know who i am unless you’re holding me
baby when listen to your words baby when i put my eyes on you baby when i put my hands on you i love/hate you
i admire these men brave and beautiful grabbing the blade from all the wrong sides like children
they bring skins and smoke we bring shackles and guns we’ll trade with them and then we’ll take them home
it’s simple it’s so simple they’re not like us
becoming a slave is easier than you think
there’s always a price to pay it’s gotta hit somebody’s back trust me, new worlds don’t just build themselves
progress has more than one face evil isn’t always itself there’s nothing you can change without changing everything else
it’s simple it’s so simple if they’re not like us
becoming a slave is easier than you think
talk from every head a product in every word it’s under out feet and you know it’s over our heads and everyone’s telling the truth in languages that nobody speaks till you listen close and hear what you believe
