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Ay, this morning I woke up in a curfew | Oh God, I was a prisoner, too | Could not recognize the faces standing over me
Ay, this morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to the boss? All we got, it seems we have lost We must have really paid the cost That's why we gonna be Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight, oh Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight Burnin' all pollution tonight Oh we're burnin' all illusion tonight (ay) Oh give me the food and let me grow Let the Roots Man take a blow I say there's all them drugs gonna make you slow now It's not the music from the ghetto, ay Weeping and a-wailin' tonight Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (Lord, Lord, Lord, ay!) Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (uh) Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (yeah) How many rivers do we have to cross Talk to the boss? And we want more, if only that we have lost (know what I mean?) We must have really paid the cost That's why we gonna be Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (burnin' and lootin') Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (oh Lord, Lord, yeah) Burnin' all pollution tonight (oh) Burnin' all illusion tonight (ay) Weeping and a-wailin' tonight Weeping and a-wailin' tonight Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (ooh can't stop the tears tonight) Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (stop praying on our knees tonight, ay)
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