Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sons And Daughters, artist - The Neville Brothers. Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
Sons And Daughters |
| Young man on his way home from the market, |
| Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon |
| Gets kinda dark, sun just set |
| There’s these other young men standing |
| On the corner, nothing to do, just hangin' around |
| They’re passing out their weapons to each other: |
| brass knuckles — pipes — chains — half a bricks |
| — broken bottles — switchblades |
| Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit |
| 352 years hard labor in Angola prison — 352 years at hard labor |
| Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton |
| It’s where he learns the ropes and pays with his soul |
| For some crime he did not commit |
| We think we’re safe at home with our bumper stickers saying — Just say no — |
| We give up a few freedoms here and there in the name of a — Squeaky clean |
| America — |
| Now they’ve got us hypnotized and hysterical |
| Now they’ve got us hypnotized and hysterical |
| Screaming for blood and justice |
| Now they’ve got us hypnotized and hysterical |
| Screaming for blood and justice |
| They show us the faces of hatred over and over — a new one every week |
| Could be Manuel Noriega |
| Could be the Ayatollah |
| Any old scapegoat 'll do |
| The young man will be our sacrificial lamb |
| Pro choice — no choice |
| We’re sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter |
| Pro choice — no choice |
| Slogans mean nothing to a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola |
| To a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola |
| For a crime he did not commit |
| It’s freedom of speech — as long as you don’t say too much |
| You can’t stop running water |
| You can’t kill the fire that burns inside |
| Don’t deny our flesh and blood |
| And don’t forsake our sons and daughters |
| You can’t stop running water |
| You can’t kill the fire that burns inside |
| Don’t deny our flesh and blood |
| And don’t forsake our sons and daughters |
| It’s freedom of speech — as long as you don’t say too much |
| I think we’re all runnin' thinkin' that we can hide |
| I think we’re runnin' tryin' to get away |
| But sooner or later we gonna realize |
| We gonna meet up with the truth face to face |