Lyrics:
Rich man, rich man got all the good land
Ain't nothin' left but bad land for the poor man
Rich man's money, rich man's school
Did they make the poor
the poor men's identity
(Stolen land)
Five hundred years of misery
Could never be redeemed so easily
How can we call these people aliens
When we
Dark night, there is no light
In the realm of the black magic man
Soul's flight into the cold blight
Of the destroyer's magic land
Poor
Dark night, there is no light
In the realm of the black magic man
Soul's flight into the cold blight
Of the destroyer's magic land
Poor man,
dry, no shame
Black lands waste of poor man's blood
Warfare's draining funds
Not the only one
One last way out
Sun and moon fighting over the horizon
man no get joy
For him father land
Poor man no get joy
Poor man no get joy
Poor man no get joy
For him father land
Sorosoke soro so so so
Sorosoke
Dark night, there is no light
In the realm of the black magic man
Soul's flight into the cold blight
Of the destroyer's magic land
Poor man,
just took flight where am I gon land
Poor little Kiki had to grow up to that
Little young man grew up spouting the facts
Goodbyes everywhere didn't
Yemen, Poor people, Die
Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine, Poor people, Die
In my land and in your land, Poor people, Die
Die, die, poor people die
Die, die,
desert lands
Poor jimmy someday met his fate
Shot somewhere in Texas sands
Now Jimmy it's Jimmy late
Throughout the West his name was known
Jimmy dead was
selling dreams
Who knows what tomorrow may bring
You trusting soul, pay for my church
Like a sucker
Anything from you is mine
No promise land
Poor thing you
There's no hope left
Torment invades your home
Leaves are falling
I'm watching
The innocence
leave your land
Poor Children
Bare the consequence
There's
I don't recall you said it
But we'd lived so long on credit
And so we headed out to find our promised land
Just poor Appalachian farm folk
With
okay
My land's so poor so hard and yeller
You have to set on a sack of fertilizer to raise an umbreller
And it rains out here nearly every day
But
who said it
But we'd lived so long on credit
And so we headed out to find our promised land
Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk
With nothing more
and pheasant you have at your command
Not thinking on your last career upon Van Diemen's Land
Twas poor Jack Brown from Glasgow, Will Guthrie and Munro
They
said it
But we'd lived so long on credit
And so we headed out to find our promised land
Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk
With nothing more than high
land's so poor so hard and yeller
You have to sit on a sack of fertilizer to raise an umbrella
And it rains out here nearly every day but we're still
okay
My land's so poor so hard and yeller
You have to set on a sack of fertilizer to raise an umbreller
And it rains out here nearly every day
But
Take me to a world that's filled with happy people
Take me to a land where the poor men are the rich ones
Where there are smiling faces and the lonely
land
He was poor just so I can
Stack up paper and lend a hand
I'm not owned by Sam I am
Satan's gone with reprimand
Rots in this poor land.
In nihilistic sorrow
I shall leave for mortal stars.
I cannot see.
My eyes are dead...
I cannot be.
I am a victim of past
recall who said it
But we'd lived so long on credit
And so we headed out to find our promised land
Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk
With
decide?
You saw he didn't run
And that my daddy had no gun
In the middle of a village
Way in a distant land
Lies a poor boy with his broken toy
Too
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