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Last night, I had a dream
We were inseparably entwined
Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
Held together, holding each other
With no one else in mind
Like two atoms in a molecule
Inseparably combined

 

Armored cars and tanks and guns.
Came to take away our sons.
But every man must stand behind.
The men behind the wire.

 

There's a uniform that's hanging what's known as fathers room.

 

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

 

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

 

cannae shove yer granny, cos she's yer mammy's mammy.

 

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
* right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the * gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is born, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
*, you ain't got to explain *
I've been robbin * since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a *'s sure to die
That's my word, * even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."

 

"If you've lost your faith in love and music then the end won't be long..."

 

You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment,
Conscription, partition and silence.
It's the law that they make to keep you and me where
They think we belong.
The hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine
Guns and spies,
And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
That we're in the wrong

 

'Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant * to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
* him and John Wayne..'

 

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary *
And to the black folks he was just a crazy *.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

 

And the years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
Found myself further and further from my home and I
Guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was livin to run and runnin to live
Never worried about payin or even how much I owe

Movin' eight miles a minute and for months at a time
Breakin all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin
Searchin for shelter again and again

 

* yer honda civic i've a horse outside

 

Maybe I don't really wanna know
How your garden grows cos I just want to fly
Lately, did you ever feel the pain?
In the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone
Maybe I just want to fly I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breathe maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me we see things they'll never see you and I
were gonna live forever
I said maybe I don't really wanna know
How your garden grows cos I just want to fly
Lately, did you ever feel the pain?
In the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone
Maybe I will never be all the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me we see things they'll never see you and I
We're gonna live forever


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Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohh how how how, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

 

There's a uniform that's hangin'
in what's known as Father's room
A uniform so simple in its style
It's got no braid of gold nor silk
Nor hat with feathered plume
but me mother has preserved it all the while
One day she had me try it on
a wish of mine for years
"In mem'ry of your father dear," she said
And when I put the Sam Brown on
She was smilin' through her tears
When I put the Broad Black Brimmer
On me head


It's just a Broad Black Brimmer
Ribbons frayed and torn
In a careless whisk of manys about the breeze
An old trench coat that's all battle stained and worn
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees
A Sam Brown belt with a buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for long)
When Ireland gets her freedom
The one they'll choose to lead 'em
will wear the Broad Black Brimmer
Of the I.R.A.

It's the uniform be worn by me father long ago
When he hit me mother's house flat on the run
It was the uniform be worn in that little church below
When Father Mike he blessed the pair as one
After truce and treaty and the parting of the ways
He wore it when he marched out with the rest
(and the best!)
And when they laid his body down
His brother's heads were raised
When they put the Broad Black Brimmer
on his head

 

And when you look in that mirror
And you're tying up your buttons and bows.
And as you face your disease you can squeeze into the Emporer's Clothes.
You found your * in a paperback, you get your history from the Union Jack.
And all your brothers and sisters are gone and they won't come back.

 

Your love is like a studded leather headlock
Your kiss, it could put creases in the rain
You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock
And those other girls are just Postmix lemonade

 

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my
Sins in *
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with