He could preach the bible like a preacher, full of ecstasy and fire; but he also was the kind of teacher, women would desire
Trouble ahead, trouble behind, and you know that notion, just crossed my mind
We're gettin' safer cars; rocket ships to Mars; from men who'd sell us out; to get themselves a piece of power
Ride, ride, though the night be cold; ride, ride, til the truth be told
She walked alone in the fields of the summer; where the green Earth was whispering a song; and the voices were calling to that simple country girl; making her heart grow strong
Austere, severe, he held few people dear; his oratory filled his foes with fear; the factions soon agreed; he's just the man we need
I got married to the widow next door; she's been married seven times before
Twenty five reasons for trouble; three million mouths to feed; they're destroying your mind and body; while they increase their own needs
I'm the only American the French wanna see; they call me a genius, I can't disagree
When I grow I shall fight; for this land I shall die; let her sun never set
Yeah, call him drunken [name]; but his land is just as dry; and his ghost is lying thirsty; in the ditch where [name] died
Twenty-one years in captivity; are you so blind that you cannot see; are you so deaf that you cannot hear; are you so dumb that you cannot speak
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