My father was a haystack man Always said, ?Son go a find what you can? He said, ?The guns get jammed up in the sand Don't let them try to fool you? I
Mama, mama don't look now, I'll say it when There's a red bus and it's comin' up along And I might recommend that when the protests are over You will
Did you get the invitation? The Swan song of a nation Everyone's waitin' for you inside We got soda pop and hickory stills Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles
On behalf of the resistance And all of our existence The wanted man The conquered man We know not of your borders But you push us to your corners This
It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand We had a hard time but we tried to understand
As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold And took us down to the water's edge Said if we are not, careful with what we do We will reach
Dear Mr. Omar Bay Heard the news that you left today You still countin' all them taxicabs They takin' you back to the time you have left? Do you well
Redefining abuse in shades of gray Torture advocate Got his dick up in a chicken hawk Life is what he'll get War president is a criminal Still the years
Downwind there is a comin' A rumble in the sand, it sets our feet to runnin' For the fear of the faceless man And for the fear of the faceless man But
done? Another unidentified youth Mistaken for somethin' he'd never done Come all the unfortunates Come on with your ghetto youth There's talk on the police radio
cleaner Coming home from the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay JP Sousa found a radio, a radio Sousa found a place to go, a radio in his head that
In the park there's a wicker made plane That crashed down just the other day The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented And crash landed in the middle
On a brig loaded with timber headed for the north Maine coast, They took on some rough seas. The captain and his slave fought back the heavy waves, But
As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold. And so she took us down to the water's edge. Said if we are not, careful with what we do,
Ma ma mama don't look now, There's red bus coming up along. I might recommend that when the protests are over, You will not expect to be so well.
On behalf of the resistance, and all of our existence As the wanted man, the conquered man. We no not of your borders, But you push us to your corners
It was a rough night, Turned into years in an unknown land. Jut a grudge fight, Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand. We had a hard time, But we tried
Redefining abuse in shades of grey. Torture advocate. Got his dick up in a chicken hawk. Life is what he'll get, War president is a criminal. Still the years
