They want to shut you up. And put your mind in a cage. Dictate the words that you can use. Freedom of speech goes up in flames. . When the censorship begins.
Where you go so late said the knight on the road. I'm going to meet my god said the child as he stood. And he stood and he stood and it was well that he stood.
What more could I possibly say.. I've gone above and beyond of what you thought I'd be. There's no surprise to me you just can't relate.. The depths I've fallen , you would never been able to take..
Freedom. Same old story, nothings changed.. Only the rules have been rearranged.. You treat the losers commodity.. Act to someone yourself by day to day.
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,. Ooh, they're red, white and blue.. And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",. Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,.
"Never take your loved ones for granted: they could be gone tomorrow". All of my dreams seem to fall by the side like a discarded thought or the day's fading light.
For Boston for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston. For Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fame. For here are all one and our hearts are true. And the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue..
Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street. A gentle Irishman mighty odd. He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet. To rise in the world he carried a hod.
In the town of Milton one. Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent. Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again,. Bought a three decker with two floors for rent.
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -. Riot tonight everybody let's go gonna start a fight but with who I don't know (2x). chorus: Doesn't take a big man to knock somebody down just a little courage to lift him off the ground.
Come all you gallant heroes,. And along with me combined. I'll sing a song, it won't take long,. Of the fighting sixty ninth. They're a band of men brave, stout and bold,.
Riot tonight everybody let's go!. Gonna start a fight but with who? I don't fucking know. Riot tonight everybody let's go!. Gonna start a fight but with who? I don't fucking know.
Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast. For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased. With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death. It's American soil I hope for at best.
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling. Michael, they have taken you away,. For you stole Trevelyan's corn,. So the young might see the morn.
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by. My mind was bent on rambling to Boston I did fly. I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind.
The barrel fire's fading. My pals are disappearing. Another night is passing but I won't go. It's 2AM at townie. And things are going my way. Three buds, a glove and a foot of snow.
Have you ever had a family. Or a friend that drove you crazy,. Or a foe or a neighbor. Without noxious fool of lazy?. . The type of guy you'd cross six lanes.
We are the victims but we are also the crime. And the only one who can judge us is the earth in time. . I will show you more, a discovery. Beyond what you perceive.
Death, swords and inhuman minds control our world. Marxists, nazies and communists steal freedom. From our lives. . Go wild you banging crowd. Destroy their rules of tyranny.