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Handed down from fathers to sons |
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Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns |
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A talk of peace but not in our time |
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To save our souls and stop the crime |
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Onwards and upwards but going nowhere |
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So how many now truthfully swear |
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That they do no evil - see no wrong |
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The ad-mass agents, the writers of song |
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The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers |
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Clouding an issue that was never quite clear |
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Sent through the ages of boy to man |
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The living testament of making a stand |
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Killing the wicked then raising the dead |
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Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed |
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Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same |
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So how many innocents now can claim |
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That they play with fire - and get burnt |
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And through the same mistakes never get learnt |
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Hoping for a time it will fall to place |
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Faith shall show as our saving grace |
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Handed down from god with love |
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Was the whole wide world and some above |
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But not content to share the land |
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Greed was shown the winning hand |
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And those whose greed was the strongest of all |
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Took upon themselves to lead the call |
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That some must work while other rest |
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Without the question of what is best |
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The leaders, the losers and the kings |
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Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings |
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Passed on over to the chosen few |
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Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue |
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Ghetto's, gateaux and eating it too |
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Forcing it all down with a cola brew |
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The first amendment and the hunt for reds |
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A conscious contradiction with something said |
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That they see no evil - with eyes shut tight |
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A cocaine culture that offers no fight |
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Dragged from birth - drugged to death |
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The common excuse is 'just being yourself' |
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Hand us down before it's too late |
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The strength and wisdom to change our state |
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Governed by evil and all it will bring |
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I can't wait for the day they do the lamppost swing |
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And no mercy should they be shown |
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For you cannot reason with the devil's own |
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They say, they hear no evil - hands clasped tight |
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To shut out the victims' screams of ol' uncle sam fights |
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He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes - |
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Into the womb of an innocent one |
