for an ending to come, waaiting to let them selves go Liberty, dying to set yourselves free In your hour of darkness your fighting for freedom to be Liberty
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cry for an ending to come, waiting to let them selves go Liberty, dying to set yourselves free In your hour of darkness your fighting for freedom to be Liberty
cry for an ending to come, waaiting to let them selves go Liberty, dying to set yourselves free In your hour of darkness your fighting for freedom to be Liberty
chance sport and fortune and fame And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift A lift, a lift, on your citizenship They were rioting in
head for the new style Fuck Laurence Powell and Briseno, Wind and Koon, pretty soon We'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain'
We cross the Rubicon The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength Great crowds excited by riot
blind and deaf and what will all these piggies do HA! when theres no one left swat police in riot gear, are bombin us tonight an all our civil liberties
crops with clippers for your belly-up mascots, and never dine alone, meanwhile back at sea level it was home by home zone for zone, bloom county's homeless riot
Anger as sharp as the broken glass burning cars and tear gas every race riot--is the last one a dying culture's final gasp every decade--yet no one learns
right to remain silent or freedom to speak your peace Straight up with the truth I give you liberty Why you wanna live out of bounds with a riot in your
to the king of england stole our country from the indians with gaul at our side and guns in our hands we took it for our own a nation dedicated to liberty
's not till I grew to be a man that I understand what the old brother was talking about. You see some people take the liberty to treat you any way they
serial killers Let dreams flow into savage times Do you hear the sirens scream across the city? We've had three hot nights in succession The riot season
serial killers....let dreams flow into savage times....do you hear the sirens scream across the city, we've had three hot nights in succession....the riot
