| Don’t wanna hear that racist claptrap
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| Anybody chat that crap get clapped back
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| Don’t wanna take my country back, mate
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| I wanna take my country forward
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| Don’t wanna hear that racist claptrap
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| You chat that chat, get clapped back
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| Don’t wanna take my country back, mate
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| I wanna take my country forward
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| Cha!
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| Yeah
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| To want to know you’re in safe hands
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| Whether you utter a bang
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| Or a whimper you’ll be heard in this wasteland
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| To believe in due process
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| Lawman, your man, either side of the fence
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| Is regarding the other as suspect
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| To approach the killer of your child, demand the respect
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| Pressure underwater like Loch Ness
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| A few choice words will calm the unrest
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| And react to the
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| To want
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| And say «fuck it»
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| Brush aside all notions of justice
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| Make good the engine for vengeance
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| To be surrounded by strangers
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| United in a wordless statement
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| It is frightening having this much presence
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| To belong to something bigger than a Jobcentre queue
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| See the wall from a not-so-desperate point of view
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| Wash your grievances in public
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| With a horde to your sides and your back
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| Go menace
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| Cause mayhem, make madness
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| To hurt your own home so hard that
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| The whole world knows you’re alive
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| And to not give a damn if it doesn’t
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| To say something, anything I like
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| Face down the law even if it’s just for one night
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| Go ahead
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| Put your lips to my power and sip
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| Feel big like Caesar
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| Roman road
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| Stride not, run
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| Do not just be there when Rome burns
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| But to hold the torch now
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| Hulk smash, grab cash
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| You’re not a fool brother, just brave
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| Just foolish and, let’s face it:
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loots behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop, leaves the loot behind?
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| Who raids the shop and leaves the loot behind? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Queen Is Doreen Lawrence , by - Sons Of Kemet. Song from the album Your Queen Is A Reptile, in the genre Современный джаз