1. |
Let It Fall
02:48
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let it fall,
let it burn,
let it fall,
let it burn to the ground
to the ground,
to the ground,
let it burn,
let it burn to the ground
let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn to the ground
burn it down,
burn it down,
burn that old precinct to the ground
take em down,
take em down,
take those racist monuments down
when we dismantle this white supremacist state,
the people we will liberate
let it fall,
let it burn,
let it fall,
let it burn to the ground
to the ground,
to the ground,
burn that old regime to the ground
let it burn,
let it burn,
we will build a new world in return
we will build,
we will build,
we will build a new world in return
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2. |
Poor Little Johnny
01:58
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3. |
Ain't Got No Home
02:12
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I ain't got no home,
I'm just roamin' around,
just a wandering worker,
I go from town to town,
and the police make it hard wherever I may go,
and I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I worked low hourly wages til my soul was ripped and torn,
I been working, mister, since the day that I was born,
now I worry all the time like I never did before,
cuz I ain't got no home in this world anymore
my sisters and my brothers are stranded on this road,
and daily life is controlled by an ugly orange toad,
the rich man took my home,
he drove me from my door,
and I ain't got no home in this world anymore
now as I look around it's mighty plain to see,
this world is such a great and funny place to be,
the one percent is rich while the working folk are poor,
and I ain't got no home in this world anymore
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4. |
8th of January
02:37
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5. |
Warfield
02:49
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Orphan Girl
03:36
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no home, no home, cried the orphan girl
as she stood on the prince's hall,
trembling she stood on the marble steps,
and leaned on the polished wall
a father's love I never knew,
and the tears dropped from her eyes,
my mother sleeps in a new-made grave,
tis an orphan that begs tonight
the night was dark and the snow fell fast,
as the rich man closed his door,
his proud lips curled as he scornfully said,
no home, no bread for the poor
the hours rolled on,
and the midnight storm rolled on like a funeral knell,
the earth seemed wrapped in a winding sheet,
and the chilly snow still fell
the rich man slept on his velvet couch,
and dreamed of his silver and gold,
while the orphan slept on a bed of snow,
and she cried so cold, so cold
when the morning dawned,
the little girl still lay at the rich man's door,
her soul had fled to its home above,
where there's room and bread for the poor
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7. |
Salyer's Lacey Brown
02:15
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8. |
Suzyanna Gal
02:43
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how do you make you make your living now, suzyanna gal?
overworked and underpaid, suzyanna gal
somebody stole my civil liberties,
I wish they'd give em back,
if we run those damn pigs off
we'll get our freedoms back
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9. |
Ida Red
02:06
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