| We go down to throw rocks at the river
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| Curses at the parade
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| Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks
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| Try to keep us from acting our age
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| Swore we’d carry on like this forever
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| 'til the free spirits fled
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| Now can you believe who’s a mother
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| And that so-and-so's cut of their dreads?
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| Kill off Columbus and turn the world around
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| Used to give most of the bread to a landlord
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| Leave the crust for the squats
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| Now the death wages we pay the bankers
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| Seem to kill all the flies in one swat
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| Hear the wedding band strike up a number
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| Dear, they’re playing our song
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| Hold your breath 'cause we’re gonna go under
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| And the little ones singing along
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| Kill off Columbus and turn the world around
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| Kill off Columbus and turn the world around
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| No way, not since so-and-so said he’d never change
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| That he’d never grow
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| He’d stay always on a roll
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| From beside the trains
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| Past the mossy stones
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| Now there’s more hope than ever and it’s all falling down
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| And the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown
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| As the nomads are dropping their anchors
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| Falling into the sea
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| Now I’ve stopped throwing rocks at the river
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| And you’ll find me a-swimming upstream
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| There is power in unions of ramblers
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| Who’ve got nothing to own
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| But there’s more in one fist-swinging mother
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| Swearing «My children shall never be sold»
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| Kill off Columbus and turn the world around
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| Kill off Columbus and turn the world around
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| After all the nomads are settling down
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| Out of the garden
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| We multiply
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| Telling our stories
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| May all the old ways die! |