| Some say the earth will keep on turning
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| Dread times are near and I’m not joking I a warning
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| As we continue the same old moaning
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| The chosen race just keeps on begging, yeah
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| And I wanna know who, a who responsible?
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| They don’t give a damn no, they don’t give a damn no
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| Mother’s joy turn to pain and hollering
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| Weeping for their babes and sucklings
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| Spirits of the innocent wandering, I kill you
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| Separation everlasting
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| But I wanna know who, a who re, who responsible?
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| I wanna know who’s responsible?
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| They don’t give a damn no, they don’t give a damn no, oh Lord
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| Oh papa, dem chest keeps on burning
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| Fist clench tight a grit dem teeth and blood is boiling
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| The price is high yet they keep on paying, yeah, oh Lord
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| The little bundles of love they are all missing
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| I wanna know who, a who responsible?
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| They don’t give a damn no, they don’t give a
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| They don’t give a
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| Brothers and sisters this plight we’re facing
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| Get involved problems to solve yourselves concerning
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| Divided we are so one by one we are falling
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| The front line of the battle is hottest your duty’s calling
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| I demand to know who, a who re, a who responsible?
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| I wanna know a who, a who re, I wanna know who responsible?
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| They don’t give a damn no, woah, they don’t give a damn no
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| Talking down South Atlanta killings
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| Talking down South Deptford bombings
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| Talking down South Azania coming
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| They’ll cut your hearts out and I’m not joking
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| Turn no blind eye brothers be willing
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| Yeah, the front line of the battle is hottest
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| Your duty’s calling |