Song | Displacement Song |
Artist | Liz Green |
Album | O, Devotion! |
Pack | |
The rumor was spreading through town | |
They were coming in numbers to tear this place down | |
To the ground | |
There they come in their twos and their threes | |
With their guns in the front so you can’t fail to see | |
Can’t stay now you, got to carry all you can take | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on the uptake | |
Don’t look to me you’ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on their way | |
So we’re standing in line with our pots and our pans | |
And the sink if you can | |
And the children your one free hand | |
And many miles later | |
I’ve worn out my shoes | |
So the heals are all blistered and hardened and bruised | |
From the war | |
You’d better keep up | |
Can’t stay now you, got to carry all you can take | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on the uptake | |
Don’t look to me you’ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on their way | |
And I don’t mind the fighting | |
But all we’ve got are the rocks | |
But the sticks and the stones | |
But they don’t break the bones | |
When they hit | |
So quieten your voices | |
And stamp out your fires | |
We’ll be sleeping by day | |
And we’ll travel on that night | |
Keep up the good fight | |
Can’t stay now you, got to carry all you can take | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on the uptake | |
Don’t look to me you’ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on their way | |
Don’t look to me you’ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they’re on, they’re on, they’re on their way |
Pack | |
The rumor was spreading through town | |
They were coming in numbers to tear this place down | |
To the ground | |
There they come in their twos and their threes | |
With their guns in the front so you can' t fail to see | |
Can' t stay now you, got to carry all you can take | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on the uptake | |
Don' t look to me you' ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on their way | |
So we' re standing in line with our pots and our pans | |
And the sink if you can | |
And the children your one free hand | |
And many miles later | |
I' ve worn out my shoes | |
So the heals are all blistered and hardened and bruised | |
From the war | |
You' d better keep up | |
Can' t stay now you, got to carry all you can take | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on the uptake | |
Don' t look to me you' ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on their way | |
And I don' t mind the fighting | |
But all we' ve got are the rocks | |
But the sticks and the stones | |
But they don' t break the bones | |
When they hit | |
So quieten your voices | |
And stamp out your fires | |
We' ll be sleeping by day | |
And we' ll travel on that night | |
Keep up the good fight | |
Can' t stay now you, got to carry all you can take | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on the uptake | |
Don' t look to me you' ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on their way | |
Don' t look to me you' ve got to carry your own weight | |
For they' re on, they' re on, they' re on their way |