| If you utter a sound
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| Don’t make a move
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| We’ll kill you
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| Then they gathered around me
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| One man took my right arm
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| And another man took my left
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| When the third man grabbed the front of my coat
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| Then thrown in to an automobile we go
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| Oh I wish
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| I could describe
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| The terror in that 20 mile ride
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| Oh I wish
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| I could describe
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| The terror in the beautiful California moonlight
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| In an auto with six man and chauffeur
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| Yeah these Christian patriots
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| They put fingers in my eyes and nose
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| As they subjected me to torture
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| Yeah the torture that a god fearing man
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| Is capable of conceiving
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| Oh I wish
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| I could describe
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| The terror in that 20 mile ride
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| Oh I wish
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| I could describe
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| The terror in the beautiful California moonlight
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| You won’t kiss the American flag
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| Well by god we’ll make you
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| We’ll ram it down your throat
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| Sing the Star Spangled Banner with feeling
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| They put their autos together
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| So the lamp set a sickly stage light
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| Fourteen defenders of this country
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| All commanding me to undress
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| They poured tar over my body and head
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| In the absence of feathers they rubbed sagebrush instead
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| Oh I wish
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| I could describe
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| The terror in that 20 mile ride
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| Oh I wish
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| I could describe
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| The terror in the beautiful California moonlight
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| My suffering was terrible
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| But my greatest pain was over you |