Lyrics:
WcR
W cR
What has the world become?
The poor man is the native son
We are born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles
With his devilish
bring me this time
I`ve gathered my friends
Whom I most hate for a night in Nirvana
Tonights journey was paid by a poor old lady
I wonder where will this
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
Translation From Jason Carns
Down by the beach, in the deep of night
The big world is sleeping and I am alone
The sea-birds are calling sorrowfully
Like poor
I'm thinking 'bout a broken heart
I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn
You love me while I'm here
Then you can miss me when I'm gone
Sweet
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
rags and coony drags
All made my poor heart ache
Bring back the rhymes of olden times
And just for old times sake
[Refrain:]
Won't you play a simple
I'm thinking 'bout a broken heart
I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn
You love me while i'm here
Then you can miss me when i'm gone
Sweet
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
by Upton Sinclair, you'll see what I'm saying
You don't have to be black to be poor and oppressed
Just like there are rich black people profiting off
hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down
Oh, this poor little
Christmas single
Will never find an album to get in
Will never be where he belongs
Never get hugged by other songs
And share
know about sleeping on the floor
In a caravan no window no door
Don't tell me ya broke man you've never been poor
Your heart would be broke if you'd seen
years go by
With an old dog he calls Governor John
He starts at the break of dawn
And he don't stop as long as someone
Wants to hear him sing a song
Weathered as old wood
Our love has cracks down the middle
With each hot temper, each new storm
We break a little bit more
Poor hearts, you've seen
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
In the modern age where wealth prevails
The fucking rich are praised and the poor are jailed
It doesn't take much insight to see
Society is lead by
.jpg/214px-Sleigh_Bells_C04_(8176850057).jpg "Alexis Krauss")
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