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I met him at a protest |
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Dolled up in his finest finery |
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A Malcolm X t-shirt |
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And a tambourine |
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To love him, it was hopeless |
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The cannons fell and shook the barricade |
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We came in at the chorus |
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I could hear him say |
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Eatin' that burger |
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Pass the kitchen condiments |
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Eatin' that mother |
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Don't thata hot sauce hit the spot? |
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"Eatin' that torture |
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Don't you let your conscience harm you |
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Aye, for that mother |
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Can't see you suffer |
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And one for all and all for another |
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain) |
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A long October under the sun |
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain) |
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Change comes for the better |
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(If you want it) |
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Our change will come |
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Hey, you |
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Eatin' that burger |
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All you All-Americans |
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Eatin' that mother |
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Give the chef my compliments |
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Eatin' that torture |
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Yeah, you show such understandin' |
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Aye, for that mother |
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Can't see you suffer |
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And one for all and all for another |
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain) |
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A long October under the sun |
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain) |
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Change comes for the better |
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(If you want it) |
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Our change will come |
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Stop |
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Eatin' that burger |
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Pass the kitchen condiments |
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Eatin' that mother |
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Don't thata hot sauce hit the spot? |
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Eatin' that torture |
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Won't you let your conscience warn you? |
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Aye, for that mother |
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You can't see suffer |