about foreign policy, I?m just a working man, it means fuck all to me And on one fine day, when all the bills are paid on one fine day, we can afford a
for a fall A government shakedown, that's heading to the wall To find today in sorrowed state, and a past that's given way, To a rationale economy, with a
Once upon a time was a long time ago, You were in the scene that I used to know Remember running down to the mall, Feeling like we could climb the
A picture is worth a thousand words But it can barely scratch the surface of what I have seen and heard And while all around is worthless I see you
the gallows-tree ?Twas by a woman?s treacherous hand I was condemned to die Beneath a ledge at a window she stood and a blanket she threw o?er me Sae
Time, is catching up on me again Like an old friend, coming home again Theres a place, where its easier to remember a face So far away, everything changed
Young boy leaves his home, to seek adventure in a foreign land A young boy sails away, on the journey that will make him a man And I wonder what were
sing me a song Sing a song of Revolution If you sing me a song, you know I'll come running Whistle me the tune from a childhood deprived The past is now a
fall, down Well the irony of 'happy' hour, in one of two hotels when we looked into a glass and agreed that life was hell When the richest man in a town
in a red sunset, we came from far away New land, a new hope, for the free settlers that came but spent nine months in the sunburnt land, it drove a good
home, Wandering man, let's drink until the dawn Wandering man, a new home you have found, Wandering man, let's go another, go another round A million miles, on a
Possession, invention ... blood, blood Spirits, spirits.... come, cum... Where will these visions lead? How far dare i go? Where will this song take
a song I hope to sing I sing it for you Like the words I have to bring I bring it for you And in leather, lace, and chains We stake our claim Revolution
gotta make a switch Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch When the revolution come, I'ma be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh
the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine
assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... -Chorus- When the Revolution
a song I have to sing I sing it for you! Like the words I have to bring I bring then to you And in leather, lace or chains We stake our claim Revolution