I’ve tried my whole life just to have a good time
And now I’ve got nothing to show
I sit here alone with my bottle of wine
Inches deep with my tortured soul
Been singing for years
People bored now to tears
I start to feel old and tired
A broken heart and broken dreams
I’m back at the start
I’m out of touch with my mind
All that I’ve got left to lose is rhythm and blues
Do I run and leave it all behind?
No, I will be a voice of reason
And I will be a trumpet of rhyme
And I will keep singing forever, yeah
‘Cause that’s who my creator
He made me to be
The night conspires with the stars
They say the path I walk is steep
But in the music I believe
Oh, in the music I believe
I will be a voice of reason
And I will be a trumpet of rhyme
And I will keep singing forever, yeah
‘Cause that’s who my creator
He made me to be
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Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
We used to live in a country
Where everyone was free
We had the right to silence
We had the right to speech
But now all that is gone
You better watch what you say
With surveillance every corner
And police on every street
Life ain’t what it used to be
When we met peacefully
Held up our signs
Raised our voice to the powers that be
We used to be free
But we gave it up for TV
We used to be free
But we gave it up for…
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Pack up your guitars
And rip up all your signs
Your peaceful protest is met
With violent minds
Of those who control you
They’ll never set you free
They tell you go to church on Sundays
And work all day ‘till five
‘Cause if you’re out there singing songs
You’re bound to get five to life
For loitering or being high
Or any charge that you can’t fight
We used to be free
But we gave it up for TV
We used to be free
But we gave it up for…
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
We used to be free
But we gave it up for TV
We used to be free
But we gave it up for…
I don’t have any children
But someday I might
And I hope that they will listen
And that they will do
Exactly what their heart
Tells them they should do
Because if you only listen
To what they tell you to
Then you’ll have no room for growth
And no higher point of view
You’ll never get to sing
From any place you choose
We used to be free
But we gave it up for TV
We used to be free
But we gave it up for TV
We used to be free
But we gave it up for TV
We used to be free
But we gave it up for…
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
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Black heels click on marble floors, you’re a step in time
Head held high on spinal lies and chiropractic magic
Quoting our forefathers whose ideals you have betrayed
A gilded gift to all mankind, or so you’d like to think
Well, think again, think again my man
Take this as my stand
Against your poison tongue that pays for your home in the sand
To the 85 who steal from our low-income lives
Some day we’ll raise our pitchforks, throw your fortune in your eyes
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
Your arrogant
Unscrupulous
Malfeasance won’t be tolerated anymore
We’ll vote you out
And bring you down
Experience this poverty we peons work around
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
We don’t want that shit
Eighty five
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I need some inspiration
I need you to pick up that axe
Like you did before, yeah
When it made you shake your ass
In the middle of the forest floor
Ah, the way you swing that thing mama
Makes me burn for you
Come on baby
Now give me the splits, yeah yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Yeah, she swings so hard, yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Oh
Now that’s the sound of splittin’ wood
I need you to balance up my log
Nice and straight and tall, yeah
Well it doesn’t have to be straight, I guess
No, just nice and tall, yeah
Oh, the way you swing that thing mama
Makes me burn for you
Now get on the forest floor
And swing some more, yeah yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Yeah, she swings so hard, yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Ooooh, yeah, oooh
Yeah, she’s my fairy in the wind
Ah, come on mama swing that, swing that, yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Oh, yeah yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Ah, come on mama swing that, swing that
She’s my fairy in the wind
Oh, yeah yeah, pooh
She’s my fairy in the wind
Come on mama swing that thing, yeah
She’s my fairy in the wind
Fairy in the wind
Swing so hard, yeah
My fairy in the wind
Oh
My fairy in the wind
Come on and swing that thing, yeah
My fairy in the wind
Oh
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Hey yeah
Stay conscious while you’re breathin’
Hey yeah
Stay conscious of the real things
Don’t get distracted, no
By the petty small things, no
Hey yeah
Stay conscious while you’re breathin’
Hey yeah
Stay conscious while you’re breathin’
Hey yeah
Stay conscious of your meaning
Life will come and go
Oh, as it pleases
So hey yeah
Stay conscious while you’re breathin’
This is your life
Are you gonna let it go?
No, no, no
So hold
Hold onto
Onto your freedom now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yeah
Stay conscious while your breathing
Hey yeah
Stay conscious of the real things
Don’t get distracted
Oh by the petty small things, no
Hey yeah
Stay conscious while your breathin’
This is your life
Are you gonna let it go?
No, no, no
So hold
Hold onto
Onto your freedoms now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is your life
Are you gonna let it go?
No, no, no
So hold
Hold onto
Onto your freedom now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Well there must be something deeply wrong with me
I don’t thrive in this plutocracy
Everybody else seems happy to comply
So there must be something deeply wrong with me
Sign me up for victimless transparency
Cancel my subscription to the times
I am honest with myself about my wants and needs
So there must be something deeply wrong with me
Everybody’s working in this hive
Payin’ bills just to stay alive
Wasting life working nine to five
In this country it’s do or die
Well I must be sick
There’s something wrong with me
I must be sick
Because I don’t want to bee
I must be sick
Because I don’t want to bee
I must be sick
There’s something wrong with me
So let’s get high
Oh yeah
I wanna go high
Yeah yeah
Everybody go high
Oh come on
I wanna fly high
Oh yeah
I wanna go high
Yeah yeah
Everybody go high
Lordy yeah
I wanna climb high
Yeah yeah
Pick up your guns and fight