Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our Lives Our Time, artist - Chadwick StokesAlbum song The Horse Comanche, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 02.02.2015
Record label: Nettwerk, Ruff Shod
Song language: English
Our Lives Our Time |
Johnny was a chameleon when it was predominantly shrapnel, shrapnel from the |
chapel of the Katman |
Johnny kiss the groom and go join the killing while Britain is watching her |
Watson |
Headed down to Tianamon but had tarry enough time, shoulda listened to the |
world turn |
Told me that the cheaters are watching scratch ticket Jesus insulting the sultan |
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned, |
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn |
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines |
We gon' take back this town if it takes us all, |
Hey kid you look you could be found |
But for the moment we are the fault line |
I mind that our time |
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance |
It’s our lives, our fight |
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done |
In the United States of discrimination the schools feed into the prison |
The corporations are more powerful than the government |
Give the teachers a banker’s salary and see how that goes |
See if we farm our land again, Kilanmanjaro it snows |
You sleep in your Egyptian linen 500 count thread what’s the count on the dead |
We are the eye of the needle, we fixing to mend this quilt of lies that’s |
ripped up on our bed |
We coming in quick and we got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head |
We got an offer to lessen the lesson learned, |
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn |
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines |
We gon' take back this town if it takes us all, |
Hey kid you look you could be found |
But for the moment we are the fault line |
I mind that our time |
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance |
It’s our lives, our fight |
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, ay, |
I lost my religion along with my innocence |
Our lives our time |
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, |
Til we done, done, done, done, done, done, done, well, |
At least she got her body, |
And he’s a boy named Sue |
The Federales sure ain’t no expert on love, |
Why would we listen to you, |
Well at least we got our bodies, |
We all a boy named Sue |
And we’ll fight til it’s done, til the borders are run, |
Where there’s gardens not guns, life is anew |
It was a fight night and the prize fighter cut like in a knife fight, |
It was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right, |
He saw stars like lightbright couldn’t see any sightline, |
Started his skydive from the highlife, like Pele plain highlight, |
Shoulding m’aide to his heyday, |
In the pell-mell of the melee, |
His corner was getting a payday needed Thompson from My Lai, |
Turn his guns his own guys, but it wasn’t Maltofs and Mai Thais, |
Just AKs and white lies, |
Tell Mount Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you, not an eye for an eye |
and I ain’t eyeing the cap on your tooth |
But then again I ain’t debating and standing in your shoes, |
I’m just trying to figure out which Golden Rule I should choose, |
We getting high sided by the tie guys, |
White color crime pays just look at the bylines, |
If you believe in anything believe in occupy, |
Cause it’s a richman’s world and we getting off the sidelines |
I mind that our time |
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance |
It’s our lives, our fight til we done, |
Til we done, til we done, til we done |
I might let the gallery down |
But there are people by the thousands outside — |
And we are just getting by |
I might, |
Might let the gallery down, |
Depending on how many votes did you buy |