best just to keep it together With my angels at home" I'm free (Underneath the stars of heaven) I'm free (All the bells are ringing eleven) I'm free
about it) Torn apart by creed (What about us) What about the common man (What about us) Can't we set him free (What about us) What about children dying
) Torn apart by creed (What about us) What about the common man (What about us) Can't we set him free (What about us) What about children dying
it) Torn apart by creed (What about us) What about the common man (What about us) Can't we set him free (What about us) What about children dying (
little children hiding, bullets never meant for them must there be such bloodshed in our hearts, our homes, ourheads? will I be walking, walking so free
apart by creed (What about us) What about the common man (What about us) Can't we set him free (What about us) What about children dying (What
see what's happening underneath there. Just what I thought, a monster head. Don: You'll find this is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It'
in a daze Refrain: We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes, we long for freedom (for freedom) You're free
oppression? And no need to dabble in greed and transgression The solution for murder and prostitution Never glorify this pollution on television Corrupt an entire nation Explicit images Never freeing
the world we had. Who can ever save you and your little lives. A child guides a child guided child. A child is never guilty. But you should not run free
world we had. Who can ever save you and your little lives. A child guides a child guided child. A child is never guilty. But you should not run free...
the air so the pacifists know That I ain't scared to start a revolution Another fixed election, another injustice, I'ma execute 'em Land of the free,
in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes We long for freedom, for freedom You're free
are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all
[Verse 1] Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt Wish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzed Trippin on
Little children hiding Bullets never meant for them Must there be such bloodshed in our hearts Our homes, our heads? Will I be walking, walking so free
see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children
