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I don't like the work but true i need the money My life is like a joke but to me is isn't funny People all around, telling me what to do And all I want to do is stay at home with you Time after time I say to myself Working all my life isn't good for my health Get old, get tired, get put on the shelf I do all the work, someone else gets all the wealth Wish I was on an island in the sun Where I wouldn't have to worry how to get things done Chorus I don't like the work but true i need the money My life is like a joke but to me is isn't funny People all around, telling me what to do And all I want to do is stay at home with you Day after day becomes more of a grind Bills pile up, moneys harder to find Trying to get ahead money's harder to find If I don't give it up I'm gonna lose my mind Wish I was on an Island in the sun Where I wouldn't have to worry how to get things done Chorus I don't like the work but true i need the money My life is like a joke but to me is isn't funny People all around, telling me what to do And all I want to do is stay at home with you |
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You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Life in the shadows ain't no fun It's easy getting up there Never think of coming down Not hard to say "I want you" When you're floating on a cloud But you know that lonely feeling When nothing's going right 'Cause it's only the beginning Of a cold and sleepless night Chorus You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Your only chance is to turn and run It's harder getting up there And it's painful coming down And now you can't see clearly Beneath the thunder cloud And the loneliness gets longer When nothing's going right And things ain't getting any better With another sleepless night Chorus You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Your only chance is to turn and run |
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King, where are your people now?
Chained and pacified. Tried in vain to show them how. And for that you died. You had a dream of a promised land. People of all nations walking hand in hand But they're not ready to accept That dream situation, yet. King, where are your people now? Chained and pacified. Tried in vain to show them how. And for that you died. |
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I sus' a tell it like it is, yeah I sus' a tell it like it is, oh yeah I've got to be blatant in this time Jus' like I know 1 + 1 no make 9 Repeat Now what was I saying about being blatant You got to be blatant in an argument You got to make sure your feelings are felt Perfect example for you from me Watch lying politicians me seh on me T.V. Pay big big money for the licence fee (At the same time them a try fi fool we) Repeat Chorus I jus' tell it like it is, yeah I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah I've got .... Etc I've got to be blatant in this time Now let me tell me more about being blantant You got to be blatant me seh With product you invent If you don't patent it You nah see a cent You have no money fi go pay up your rent If you crash fi your car Or you in an accident If it's not your fault you be blatant Chorus I jus' tell it like it is, yeah I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah I've got .... Etc Now I get serious about being blatant Police come and mess with me pon the pavement They say oi' where you going, what you doing here? I just leave mi house fi go buy a tin of beer Another example of being blatant South Africa police a kill the innocent Fire live ammunition me seh into a crowd If that's not blatant murder Then murder can't be found Repeat Repeat Chorus |
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1st floor decide what you'll be one day
With a head full of comment and nothing to say 2nd floor mixed up it happens that way Soon you realize that listening don't pay 3rd floor in limbo, no easy moves Up or down it's time to choose The elevators going up Quick the door's about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down 4th floor the job hunt and all that you ask Is an honest day's pay for an honest day's graft 5th floor you may make a little more money Now it's apparent downstairs ain't so funny 6th floor a mortgage, a collar and tie 2 weeks vacation in june or july The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down 7th floor expenses and private schools Pushing a pen you're not turning the tools 8th floor position, respect and acclaim Move up the 9th for fortune or fame 10th floor for investment and real estate Recouping the redies before it's too late 11th floor the penthouse the final cut With a head full of comment and a mouth that stays shut The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down - 간 주 중 - The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down |
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There are murders that we must account for
Bloody deeds have been done in my name Criminal acts we must pay for And our children will shoulder the blame Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat As a nation we're following blindly No-one stops to question why Our money's supporting an army And a boy in Soweto dies Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat Must we go on ignoring forever The cries of an African son There's a soldier's hand on the trigger But it's we who are pointing the gun Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat |
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You try to close your ears
And you try to close your eyes But the blasphemies keep coming Tempting you with lies Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You just don't understand it But it strikes a distant chord So you look for away of escaping And sanity's restored Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You focus your direction Cloak tightly pulled around But somewhere in the distance You can hear a haunting sound Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight - 간 주 중 - Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You're in danger of corruption And you're always running scared You cannot make decisions You're completely unprepared Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight |
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There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. When you open your mouth you don't talk, you shout And you give everybody the blame, But when they catch you up, They will shut you up And you got no one to blame There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. When you out on the street, You practice lies and deceit And you scandalize my name But when I catch you up I'm gonna pull you up I'm gonna check-out inside your brain There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. When you deh pon the scene, You make everyone scream Because they know you're so unjust But when they catch you up They will kick you up Because you're someone they cannot trust There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. You invade my space Make me feel disgraced And you just don't give a damn If I had my way If I had my say I'd like to see you hang |
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Lonely, Lonely,
Tin can at my feet. Think I'll kick it down the street, That's the way to treat a friend Broken windows and empty hall ways Pale dead moon in a sky streaked with grey Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles With frozen smiles to chase love away. Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today. Right before me, the signs implore me Help the needy and show them the way Human kindness is overflowing And I think it's going to rain today |
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Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle at my feet Things don't seem so real down there Or maybe I don't see I see no starvation I don't see any pain I see myself not helping Just a loner in the rain Looking down at my reflection In the puddle in the ground Things are getting clearer now I can see a thunder cloud I see gross injustice I see evil men I see myself repeating The same old words again Looking down at my reflection In the puddle lying there Now I decide to change my mind And show the world I care I care about my fellow man Being taken for a ride I care that things start changing But there's no one on my side Looking down at my reflection In the puddle in the ground Things are getting clearer now I can see a thunder cloud I see gross injustice I see evil men I see myself repeating The same old words again |
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I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist nobody knows me but I'm always there a statistic a reminder of a world that doesn't care. My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair my eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare I'm a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime I'm the child that never learns to read 'cus no one's spared the time. Refrain I'm the murderer the victim I'm licensed with a gun I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums I'm a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees. Refrain I'm a starving third-world mother I'm a refugee without a home I'm a housewife hooked on valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden spectre that's covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth. Refrain |
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I think its only fair to say
We'd welcome riches down our way No stigma knotted in my hair I want to be a millionaire Nevertheless I must insist A thought is spared for those who missed The handouts when it came to wealth To education and good health The time has come now all can see As seeing this is killing me our future victim to command Together we can lend a hand Chorus So don't blame me for wanting more The facts are too hard too ignore I'm scared to death of poverty I only want whats best for me But even so I'm holding on I think the world can live as one If only credence took the lead The world would see a world to feed An endless sea of blood that's spilt Enough to sail an ark of guilt And when we lend our helping hand We'll have our green and pleasant land |
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Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives. Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives. Chorus Ivory madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way. Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay. Jesus son of Mary is born again today. Chorus Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. |
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The great flood of tears that we've cried
For our brothers and sisters who've died Over four hundred years Has washed away our fears And strengthened our pride Now we turn back the tide We will no longer hear your command We will seize the control from your hands We will fan the flame Of our anger and pain And you'll feel the shame For what you do in god's name We will fight for the right to be free We will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing We will sing our own song When the ancient drum rhythms ring The voice of our forefathers sing Forward africa run Our day of freedom has come For me and for you Amandla awethu We will fight for the right to be free We will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing We will sing our own song |
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Poor man's anger rising.
The ostrich hides his head. Soon the red blood will be boiling. And blue blood will be dead. While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone .Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down Poor boy sleeps on straw, The rich boy sleeps in bed. That fat boy fills his belly, My poor boys's a dead, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down. The rich man drives his car past, The poor man on bare feet. That rich man do get what he wants The poor must know defeat, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down |
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From the land of shadows
Comes a dreadful sight Lady with the marble smile Spirit of the night See the scourge of innocence Swinging in her hand Hear the silent suffering That echoes through the land From the tombs of ignorance Of hate and greed and lies Through the smoke of sacrifice Watch her figure rise The sick the poor the old Basking in her radiance Men of blood and gold In her bloody footsteps Speculators prance Men of dreams are praying For that second chance Round her vacant features Gilded serpents dance Her tree of evil knowledge Sprouts a special branch Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Knock her right down And then she bounce right back Knock her right down And then she bounce right back She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead Run for your life before she eat you alive Run for your life before she eat you alive Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day |
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. |
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Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Testify under pressure, a racist jury Government lawyers its all for show With rows of white faces False accusations He's framed up for murder They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler ..... Etc Police gun was planted No matching bullets No prints on the handle, no proof to show But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so They show him no mercy They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler...... Etc Appeal to the governor of Louisiana You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler .... Etc |
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