| I met him at a protest
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| Dolled up in his finest finery
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| A Malcolm X t-shirt
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| And a tambourine
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| To love him, it was hopeless
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| The cannons fell and shook the barricade
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| We came in at the corners
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| I can hear him say
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| Eatin' that burger
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| Pass the kitchen condiments
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| Eatin' that murder
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| Don’t let a hot sauce hit the spot
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| Eatin' that torture
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| Don’t you let your conscience harm you?
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| Eye for that mother
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| Who can’t see you suffer
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| And one for all and all for another
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| (Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
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| A long October under the sun
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| (Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
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| Change comes for the better
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| (If you want it)
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| Our change will come
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| Hey, you
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| Eatin' that burger
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| All you, all Americans
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| Eatin' that murder
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| Give the chef my compliments
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| Eatin' that torture
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| Yeah, you show such understandin'
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| Eye for that mother
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| Can’t see you suffer
|
| And one for all and all for another
|
| (Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
|
| A long October under the sun
|
| (Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
|
| Change comes for the better
|
| If you want it
|
| Our change will come
|
| Eatin' that burger
|
| Pass the kitchen condiments
|
| Eatin' that murder
|
| Don’t let a hot sauce hit the spot
|
| Eatin' that torture
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| Won’t you let your conscience warn you?
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| Eye for that mother
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| You can’t see suffer |