| Black Day in July
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| Motor City madness has touched the countryside
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| And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide
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| The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| And the soul of Motor City is feared across the land
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| As the book of law and order is taken in the hands
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| Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| In the streets of Motor City there’s a deadly silent sound
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| And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground
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| Upon the filthy pavements no reason can be found
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| Motor City madness has touched the countryside
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| And the people rise in anger and the streets begin to fill
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| And there’s gunfire from the rooftops and the blood begins to spill
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| Black Day in July
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| In the mansion of the Governor there’s nothing that is known for sure
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| The telephone is ringing and the pendulum is swinging
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| And the wonder how it happened and they really know the reason
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| And it wasn’t just the temperature and it wasn’t just the season
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| Motor City’s burning and the flames are running wild
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| They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake
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| And everyone is listening and everyone’s awake
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| The printing press is turning and the news is quickly flashed
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| And you read your morning paper and you sip your cup of tea
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| And you wonder just in passing is it him or is it me
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| Black Day in July
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| In the Office of the President the deed is done the troops are sent
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| There’s really not much choice you see it looks to us like anarchy
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| And then the tanks go rolling in patch things up as best they can
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| There is no time to hesitate the speech is made the dues can wait
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| The streets of Motor City now are are quiet and serene
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| But the shapes of gutted buildings strike terror to the heart
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| And you say how did it happen and you say how did it start
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| Why can’t we all be brothers why can’t we live in peace
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| But the hands of the the have-nots keep falling out of reach
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| Motor City madness has touched the countryside
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| And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide
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| The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July
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| Black Day in July |