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grown to see their light
Not without a purpose, not without a fight

Been away for far too long, you're on my mind
Got your picture and I stare at it all
Waterloo, now

We'll fight, we'll fight
We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities
They'll fight, they'll fight
They'll fight for your neural
You fight for peace, but where's the war what the fuck are doing this for
You say disarmament that's the key well that's not the way it looks to me
and Music by Robert Higginbotham

Put on your red dress, baby
Ya know we're goin' out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we're goin' out tonight
Feels like music 
Coming back again 

Shake down, take down 
Knocking to a different beat 
One touch, head rush 
Drop it one more time for
Snow in San Anselmo
The deer cross by the lights
The mission down in old San Rafael
A madman looking for a fight
A madman looking for a fight
On this night
On this night
On this night of a thousand stars
Let me take you to heaven's door
Where the music of love's guitars
Plays forever
By Robin Williamson

His mother told me everything
She had every reason to lie
Down there in the laundromant
Like his life was tumbling dry
And you can fight it, but there's no defence
For what things are
Baby grab a jacket
It's a cold, cold

Let me clarify the chorus
And what my
on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all this time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and Rakim
the might
They got no right to be the cause of a fight
I would like to know what for they started to fright

But then I'm in the fight with two monkeys by
just to disconnect 

Three cheers for desperation
God bless the Godforsaken
We will arm them to the teeth
To fight, to fight the war on peace

out by the Cocomo
Cooked up a mess a mulligan
And got into a fight

Whistlin past the graveyard
Steppin' on a crack
I'm a mean Mother
That sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New
And a couple walked by an they looked so happy
I booked this room at this place called the last resort
All my bags are packed I got my jacket
And a couple walked by an they looked so happy
I booked this room at this place called the last resort
All my bags are packed I got my jacket
I know that life is calling out to you by your name
But don’t listen, resist it
Keep trying, don’t you stop for nothing
Just keep kicking, remember
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away
The evil empire was building a force, destroying all in its way
for's to stop your body breakin' up
Oh your heart is pumping gonna soon explode
Got to fight the horror of this mental load

We are screaming for
knew that this ya music
Would help us find our way
It's the source I say that makes us one
Pumping through our veins

Independence is what we crave for
A symphony of mercy for their savior
Too tired to fight

And as the chorus grew
A thousand hearts beat true
Then like a glowing beacon in the dark
of an ounce

The music starts and the people sway
Everybody says, "Are you going my way?"
Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill
Scarlet Town is under the hill
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
was heading to town 
There they started drinking, they got into a fight 
The sheriff introduced them to the jail house for a night 
When the holy

It's the plane you wanna catch to Vegas
Things you swear you do before you die
It's the city you love that waits for you
But you're too damn