| With a riot in mind
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| Comes an angry young man
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| With a stone from the pavement
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| Comes an army of unrest
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| Stripped bare by her bachelors, stripped bare on the ground
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| Knuckles bared and still bleeding with the blood of this town
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| They take my home they take my land the flower of my life
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| They take my friends; |
| they take my love and cut me like a knife
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| I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men
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| Ain’t no work
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| Ain’t no work
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| For an honest man
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| In a daze of confusion
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| Lies a troubled broken land
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| As they feast upon my table
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| I am left with an empty hand
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| Stripped bare by her bachelors, stripped bare on the ground
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| Knuckles bared and still bleeding with the blood of this town
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| They take my home they take my land the flower of my life
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| They take my friends; |
| they take my love and cut me like a knife
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| I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men
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| Ain’t no work
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| Ain’t no work
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| For an honest man
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| For so long we’ve been told
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| That our paths lead us home
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| Are we safe from ourselves?
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| Have we strayed or have we failed?
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| They take my home they take my land the flower of my life
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| They take my friends; |
| they take my love and cut me like a knife
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| I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men
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| Ain’t no work
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| Ain’t no work
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| For an honest man |