Lyrics:
Nourishment for the sick, protection for the elderly
We've got all the riches but still can't guarantee
The survival of our fellow, our fellow human beings
not and should they oughta
Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
(May I be so bold as to suggest Othello)
Punting
not and should they oughta
Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
(May I be so bold as to suggest Othello)
Punting
not and should they oughta
Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
(May I be so bold as to suggest Othello)
Punting
Watch the time unfold,
As we wilt to nothing,
Rest quiet my fellow, friends,
I'll see you in the end,
I can imagine it,
It is beautiful.
fellows, the censure of their colleagues, the wrath of their society. Moral courage is a rarer commodity than bravery in battle or great intelligence. Yet it
Oh, fellow Luos!
Nyikwa Ramogi cjwang'
Ramogi cjwang's grandchildren
Mane nyakwar Podho
Himself, Podho's grandson
Donge wa par'e manene
Shouldn't we
Technologic Society
It just might be the end of me
They said they care
I don't know why
It's just another
Alibi
They do not know
What they do
All
and consideration
For my fellow man
But when lip service to some
Mysterious deity permit's bestiality on
Wednesday and absolution on Sunday
- cash me out
But aren't
choose
My fellow Americans
It's the state of the union
Your actin' like a bunch of animals
When did freedom get so primal?
I don't know
Something's going
our fellow man well eternally we're damned
I guess we really gave into their plan
Fucked in the head and forever we are lost
Welcome to the New World
a child
Wake up, wake up, wake up... and she's waiting to see
Wake up, wake up, wake up... how I treat my fellow man, I'm gonna treat him the best that I
cease)
'Cause some society gink wants a pipeline for a sink
They won't let dear old Grandpa rest in peace
(Rest in peace)
Oh mate, don't excavate
fellow looking over
Nurse!
One day is much like any other
Listening to her snap and drone
Still, Sunday with someone's dotty mother
Is better
down, upon your fellow man
How do you do? My name's Gavroche
These are my people, here's my patch
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that
front of me and bite the hand that feeds
Self-righteousness is wearing thin
(Lies inside your head, your best friend)
Heart bleeds but not for fellow
of me and bite the hand that feeds
Self-righteousness is wearing thin
(Lies inside your head, your best friend)
I'll bleed but not for fellow man
for fellow man (broken glass, your fake reflection)
I've had enough, it's time for something real
Don't respect the words your speaking
Gone too
down
Upon your fellow man!
'Ow do you do? My name's gavroche
These are my people, here's my patch
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that
society
You call it law and order, I call it dirty money
You'd lock the young ones down or send 'em off to war
But it's no hard feelings, no offense
the middle of an open plain
Back-handed smack; practically unhinge your shoulder blade
I'm a menace to society, whatchu expect?
Sticking with my colleagues,
Society's pulse of
Heartless beatings in Tulsa
Murder compulsions
Over one black man
Alleged rapist
No proof but the papers
And a couple white faces
to conceal
Told that you must surrender
Sexist appeal demoralizes men
Encouraging rape
Another persons body is never for
Anyone else to take
Treating a fellow
people
Fellow children of the night
We banded together ready for society's fight
Wearing makeup and trench coats
Just being a freak all the way
I became
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