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| 'Cause I want to be the minority I don't need your authority Down with the moral majority 'Cause I want to be the minority | |
| I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America, Stolen from Africa, brought to America, Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival | |
| Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game | |
| Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. | |
| Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away | |
| Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication | |
| What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to sa | |
| the portait of authority you tell me that's what im supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be) | |
| Landlords and power ****s On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn | |
| How did the cat get so fat? Why does the family die? Do you care why? | |
| Imagine all the people Living life in peace... | |
| Land of the free, free to control your life, land of the free, free to control your mind, land of the free | |
| It's not all that glitters is gold; 'Alf the story has never been told: So now you see the light, eh! Stand up for your rights. Come on! | |
| Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy Pick up the pieces My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down | |
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| We are, We are, the youth of the nation | |
| Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells | |
| If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers walk hand in hand Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true | |
| It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine | |
| I won't crawl on my knees for you I won't believe the lies that hide the truth I won't sweat one more drop for you 'Cause we are the rust upon your gears We are the insect in your | |
| Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio. | |
| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no | |
| Say you want a revolution We better get on right away Well you get on your feet And out on the street Singing power to the people | |
| When a rocket blows And everybody still wants 2 fly Some say a man ain't happy, truly Until a man truly dies Oh why, oh why, Sign O the Times | |
| Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change | |
| WE'VE GOT THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE AND THERE AIN'T NO WAY WE'LL LOSE IT THIS IS OUR LIFE, THIS IS OUR SONG | |
| Let's impeach the President for lying And misleading our country into war Abusing all the power that we gave him And shipping all our money out the door | |
| And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto | |
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