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RTP2003:
Well I heard the news just the other day;
Now I feel there's something I must say;
Well the darkness comes too often;
This time next year I'll build my coffin;
Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see;
We gotta be free.
Political men they burn their lives out talkin';
We people of the earth just keep on walkin';
Well we don't know what to say;
Only live our lives as slaves;
All we can do is race on to the grave;
Well we gotta get away.
Well they're much too old to care about the future;
They're sewing up the past with shining sutures;
It's immortality they crave;
Their days are done so now they're brave;
Their lives will live in books for fools and slaves;
We gotta get away.
RTP2003:
I don't need no arms around me
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.
none-ya:
Teach your children
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Counter Melody To Above Verse:
Can you hear and do you care and
Cant you see we must be free to
Teach your children what you believe in.
Make a world that we can live in.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
starry-eyed pirate:
I and I plant the corn...and hatreds their reward for our love...they gonna tell us of the Lord above...chase those crazy...Chase those crazy baldheads....outta de town... Yeah...
starry-eyed pirate:
...Chase those crazy baldheads...
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