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Albums:

Day & Nightdriving (Seven Mary Three) · Tribes, Vibes and Scribes (Incognito) · Two Tribes 06: Future Music Festival Mixed by Mark James (Mark James) · Amongst the People: Live at the House of Tribes (Wynton Marsalis) · Two Tribes/Power of Love (Frankie Goes to Hollywood) · Tribes, Vibes and Scribes (Incognito) · Tribes of Da Underground, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Two Tribes [Three Mixes] (Frankie Goes to Hollywood) · Tribes, Vibes and Scribes (Incognito) · Tribes of the Underground, Vol. 7: Soul Searching (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 2 other albums »


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Strange thing, gathering of tribes
Strange thing, gathering of tribes

A Macedonian, a pilot comes
A' laughing at a German jest or joke
A friendly
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
ev'rything I could
Me Big Chief, I'm feeling good

Me Big Chief, I got um tribe
Got my squaw right by my side
My Flagboy, he just went by
My Spyboy, he's
immortality
Embraced by the tribes

Baphomet infernal god
Baptize me with thy blood

Black prophecies
Written on the tomb walls
Forbidden signs appear
tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan

Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud to live
tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe
So proud
Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses
Let us run, let us run with perseverance
The race marked out, let us make a way
For
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan

Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe
So proud
tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe
So proud
tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan

Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud to live
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
I wept, for none was worthy to open the scroll
Or to look upon what it contained
Then a voice said, "See the Lion of the Tribe of Judah"
So I
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh-whoa-oh!

One Tri,
One Tri,
One tribe, one time, one planet, one race
Its all one blood,
I saw the Virgin's cunt spawning forth the snake
I witnessed tribes of Judah reduced to ruin
I watched disciples twelve dissolved by flame
Looked
Road lies ahead
And a long road lies behind me
See lights passing by
And I know it's the time of their lives

A million miles, lightyears I've
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
landscapes men would roam.

Then the tribes they came to steal their fire
And the wolves they howled into the night
As they fought a vicious angry battle
And from the other side
A sheer white knuckle ride
So young yet feel so stung by the game
I know what's left in a name
With all those national
the flames into a blaze
The awen of the mighty

By the force of sucellus sledge
By every impact of ogmios club
With bricta's invincible epiphany

A tribe arose
I'm shippin' out, out

I modelled T-shirts by Van Heusen
I modelled T-shirts by Van Heusen

When two tribes go to war 
A point is all that you can
Braveheart - He was a warriors son
Braveheart - Afraid of no one
Braveheart - He was born to rule
For his tribe, people and their land 
He would seek