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will reveal what I feel in my heart.
It won't have so much of Franz Schubert's touch.
And I can't begin like Irving Berlin.

My song, though a poet
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
will reveal what I feel in my heart.
It won't have so much of Franz Schubert's touch.
And I can't begin like Irving Berlin.

My song, though a poet
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
brahms... here in america you've got your fred mcdowell, your irving berlin, your glenn miller, and your booker t & the mg's
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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

Ple, another example
number by mistake
And this is what I hear:
This is no longer a working number, baby
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your
songs
So I'll be makin' enough money to get by
And I don't want you to worryin' about me bein' hungry or anything
And Nashville's not exactly what I
the sunburn says I'm wrong
Says I'm wrong

I keep on shooting clever guns
That blow up in my face
And what good to say I'm sorry
When time it won't erase
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.

[verse 3]

Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free

Now I
took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
so atrocious is that they were written by the people. If professional songwriters had written them instead, things might have turned out considerably
what it is
This is bigger than anything
That'll ever go past you
It drowns out what you say
And it blows the dust away
And it makes it's own way
We
your culture
Give me back the berlin wall
Give me stalin and st paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder

Things are going to slide, slide
took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
can keep what they've got
But they can't have my soul
And if I don't have this all worked out
Still I'm getting closer, getting closer
I still have far
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
your culture

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder

Things are going to slide,
could bring me trouble, and what can I do anyway? 
It's hard to be effective when it happens so often 
To see a life unraveling, through drawn Venetian
your culture
Give me back the berlin wall
Give me stalin and st paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder

Things are going to slide, slide