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Hey, Mr. Politician |
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You say that it is time to fight this holy war |
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But I don't need no television |
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To see one is raging out my back door |
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When I saw those towers tumble |
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You know I got down on my knees and prayed |
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But when you're living this jungle |
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You see sons and daughters dying every day |
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Cain is rising on that horizon |
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Cain is rising on that horizon |
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You know the men they took my husband |
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And left him bleeding in a cold, stone cell |
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And from a fifteen story window |
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My little sister's baby daughter fell |
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And then you have the nerve to tell me |
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Just how and when my tears should fall |
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Hey mister, it's a wonder |
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It's a wonder, I can shed them, tears at all |
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Cain is rising on that horizon |
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Cain is rising on that horizon |
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They say this land has got its freedom |
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Say this land has got its liberty |
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But for the few to have their kingdom |
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All the rest must live in poverty |
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Some say we had it coming |
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Say its chickens coming home to roost |
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And though I don't believe in fighting |
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I know some people just got nothing left to lose |
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Cain is rising on that horizon |
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Cain is rising on that horizon |