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Gentlemen this is a genocide
Pick a side, pick your sign up
picket lines or picket signs up
We could wake up like a wicked line up if we could
reason, fah?
(Yute) chat to dem with no meaning, fah
Hold the sword like a hand should
Right to passage into manhood
Heightened malice in the land
land
Well I can skin a buck, and run a trout line
A Country boy can survive
Well a Country boy can survive
Survive
The black soil plains
The line scorched and grey
The stock is lean and rough
It's another long and breathless day
And the rain wont come
And you just
I can smell it in the air
The diesel and the prairie fair
The ribbon and the golden twine
Long hot nights trying to walk the line
And satisfaction I
and they're coming for me
So close your eyes and sleep
Here comes a hurricane
Here comes the flood
Here comes a tidal wave of land sliding mud
It's never
draw a line
What I've seen of all these righteous times
Is that they don't know
The path to the promise land is long
And it differs for every man
They pass me when I close my eyes
Ragged lines of ragged grey
Grey their faces, grey their hands
Grey the ghosts that haunt this land
Their pain,
in laughter
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
Pictures of peace
Blessing the graves
Come follow me
I'll be the one
Setting your free
From dead.com
so, why don't they fly them
Why do all international lines
Except Russia, fly American planes
Why does no other land on earth
Even consider
Through the old valley of golden trees
In the land of elves
A young boy hated the line that destiny
Wrote out on his race
He sighed for
righteous times
Is that they don't know
The path through the promise land is long
And it difference for every man
In every country and every land
And now one
We're the blink and you'll miss it, blue collar kind
Got our name on the tank, clothes on the line
We work like a dog 'til Friday at five
Put
time to dance
Slammin' this door with a heavy hand
Signin' this line like a deed to land
Keeping in touch with the windows down
Dreading this night
foreign land,
And had me way up
Way above the clouds in the sky singing
Whoa
Way above the clouds in the sky singing
Whoa
Way above the clouds in the sky
time to dance
Slammin' this door with a heavy hand
Signin' this line like a deed to land
Keeping in touch with the windows down
Dreading this night
It ain't often I take time
To answer calls on the request line
But this one says we're his best last chance
So all you people in radio land
Turn
at a time
To save another brother whose life on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small
Darkness in the morning shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan
And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They
will restore peace to the land
And lineage of your blood, step back, let go
One night I woke with all these hopes
Say one more line, stay for me
With
again, it's inquisition on the 21 century,
we live in this land where dreams are like a curse.
Your eyes are just like mine,
But your mind is not so bright
I saw a picture in the paper of the dirt and smoke
a peoples spirit strong but their bodies broke
the police fired on the lines of the peaceful free
and oil.
As the saints go marching in.
They don't need to cross the line, they'll just remove it.
Invading other countries so we'll never see past their
Always will seek
Waiting in line
For my plate to eat
But now it's my time
Time to be me
The time of deprived
Its DTP yeah
[VERSE]
All you gonna see
What I
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