your courage, your dedication Your passion, your commitment Gather up your platinum, melt it down Gather up your gold, melt it down Gather up your silver
upon thy streets, and I can tell you this: I see some circus, Juggalo shit going on People drawn together, by rare and scrubby music, and we even gather
in the sky And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel People in my city, they fightin' for
... scoreboard first! *gun cocks, fires* Explosion, holes blown in my chest Like Speakers People screaming louder than some queers I've been the victim
Killa, baby, Kayne this that 1970's heroin flow Yeah, let's speed it up, y'all hear people talking 'bout Who high, who not, I'm back in Man, they don'
Like a hurricane around your heart When earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits While hoping that the puzzle fits He leads you, he
blue chip stock, Did they do Big Pop or was it two bit cops, I wanna sue kid rock for making rednecks think they're hip hop, Wanna swallow people's pain
) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people
the tomb And heavenly Father all over your son The people are part of ya, never be found But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns And
tomb And heavenly Father all over your son The people are part of ya, never be found But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns And
: Now yuh flag Is yuh UFO Unidentified flying object Put it up in d sky In the sky, Up in the sky
they also made a hole in the skin of the sky you can hear it it's the howl of the stars mentality might change in people's heads that listen but don
day And in the front rooms in old towns far from the city With beaten up guitars and hearts full of pity The people gather 'round they sing songs from
those kinds seem to die Now Stephen Foster was one of these gifted people He's down to earth songs turned the whole world on But then like most people
'Cause he just had to win for Bess Oh, the Kid was battered, the Kid was floored But the count never got to ten Though his brain was reelin' when the people
I don't know if I was dreamin' I don't know if it was real? Everything was movin', yet everything was still People came from everywhere and no one felt
Never find a way So gather around And see what the day brings And see what makes you laugh And see what makes you sing And never, never mind The thing that people
Sunday morning in the valley we would gather for the service You would always run to meet me you'd smile at papa kinda nervous All the people came from