| Beware, the tide’s a’rising
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| In the city of brotherly love
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| The blood red lights were a’flashin
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| As the cellars rose up in a flood
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| And as they dragged you from the depths of mud, they beat you while you were
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| down
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| And then they tossed you in jail for a hundred years:
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| Save a city, burn it down
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| And that’s what they said
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| As they tore your homes
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| To the ground
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| And when I was seven in surburban heaven
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| The teachers and elders and police…
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| They’d cover my ears so I wouldn’t hear
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| The gunshots soar through those city streets
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| And if anyone questioned the liberty bomb
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| Or why the timers were even wound
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| A scolding they’d earn, and so we soon learned:
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| To save a city, you burn it down
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| And that’s what they said
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| As they burned their
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| Homes to the ground
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| So many people and so many lives
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| So many keep silent so they can survive
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| Respect
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| Slaughtering cops and the politicians they laud
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| Or the gavels will crush your home
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| And you’ll be expected to applaud
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| So the crime was a trip to the market
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| The sentence, a lifetime of hurt
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| As she saw through tears
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| Her home of thirty of years
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| Reduced to rubble and dirt
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| And she cursed those who would approach her
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| And hold papers up to her face, and say
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| «You shoulf feel blessed you live in the U. S
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| And not some other hellish place»
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| So take heed if you live in the city
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| In a part where the tourists won’t’s tread
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| And beware if you maintain resisantce
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| And choose not to be on eof othe led
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| And if you’re out in surburban gardens
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| Don’t let them plant lies deep in your head
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| 'cause you too could come home to no home
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| Or to find your family dead
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| 'Cause they’ve got this dream of a city
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| Where no community unity can be found
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| So stand up and save your neighbor hood
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| Fuck the city, burn it down (x3) |