| They took a southern working man and chained him to a car
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| Claimed before the judge we didn’t pull him very far
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| Anyway, he looked at us with murder in his glance
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| We want to make a bargain, and the plea is self defense
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| Look mother trouble the waters
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| We’ve lost our sons and daughters
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| Blame religion, blame the family
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| It had to be somebody
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| Painless violence, daddy’s silence
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| Feed the glamour of drugs and guns
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| Somebody tell me, you gotta
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| Who threw the stone to trouble the waters
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| They took a student farmer and they chained him to a post
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| And sent their finest greetings with him to the holy ghost
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| This is a place where men are men and we don’t need his kind
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| We know what he planned for us, we could read his filthy mind
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| Look mother trouble the waters
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| We’ve lost our sons and daughters
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| Blame religion, blame the family
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| It had to be somebody
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| Painless violence, daddy’s silence
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| Feed the glamour of drugs and guns
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| Somebody tell me, you gotta
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| Who threw the stone to trouble the waters
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| They took a box of rifles and they hauled them off to school
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| Set up like a sniper in that movie that was cool
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| Someone tripped the fire alarm and panic set about
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| They looked upon their enemy and calmly took him out
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| Look mother trouble the waters
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| We’ve lost our sons and daughters
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| Blame religion, blame the family
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| It had to be somebody
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| Painless violence, daddy’s silence
|
| Feed the glamour of drugs and guns
|
| Somebody tell me, you gotta
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| Who threw the stone to trouble the waters
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| Look mother trouble the waters
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| We’ve lost our sons and daughters
|
| Blame religion, blame the family
|
| It had to be somebody
|
| Painless violence, daddy’s silence
|
| Feed the glamour of drugs and guns
|
| Somebody tell me, you gotta
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| Who threw the stone to trouble the waters
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| Who threw the stone that trouble the waters
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| Who threw that stone
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| Who threw the stone to trouble the waters
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| Trouble the waters |