| God of the poor man, this is how the day began
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| Eight codefendants, I, Daniel Berrigan
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| Oh and only a layman’s batch of napalm
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| We pulled the draft files out
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| We burned them in the parking lot
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| Better the files than the bodies of children
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| I had no right but for the love of you
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| I had no right but for the love of you
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| Many roads led here, walked with the suffering
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| Tom in Guatamala, Phillip in New Orleans
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| Oh it’s a long road from law to justice
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| I went to Vietnam
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| I went for peace, they dropped their bombs
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| Right where my government knew I would be
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| I had no right but for the love of you
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| I had no right but for the love of you
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| And all my country saw
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| Were priests who broke the law
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| First it was question, then it was a mission
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| How to be American, how to be a Christian
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| Oh if their law is their cross and the cross is burning
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| The love of you
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| The love of you
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| God of the just I’ll never win a peace prize
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| Falling like Jesus, now let the jury rise
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| Oh it’s all of us versus all that paper
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| They took the only way
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| They know who is on trial today
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| Deliver us unto each other, I pray
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| I had no right but for the love of you
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| And every trial I stood, I stood for you
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| Eyes on the trial
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| 8 a.m. arrival
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| Hands on the Bible |