Lyrics:
Condemned to violence
Arrested by pain
Inside the soul lies a man insane
Conceived in anger
Addicted to hate
The mutant child of a twisted state
We'll be fighting in the streets with
Our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
Thoughts in time and out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
(Hi,
Here's a tribute to The Who!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
know what tomorrow brings
But children have no fear
Our lord comes
With a mighty hand
To wipe away all our tears
Riot
The revolution's on
Riot
Riot
Every day that goes by
A new hungry baby starts to cry
Born astride a painful grave
Drowned in hunger's tidal wave
Pick a child that you can
I woke today, I was crying
Lost in a lost world
So many people are dying
Lost in a lost world
Some of them are living an illusion
Bounded by
Recap in taxi
No clothes
No food
Take care of the children
We'll send for you soon
Alien you find
You feel at home everywhere
You'll
It all started with the border
And that's still where it is today
Someone killed Ramon Casiano
And the killer got away
Down by the Sister
children get killed by their mother
Parts of the universe still to discover
The real uncover fake whether love or hate
For revolution, chaos we embrace
You
[Chorus:]
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand
Everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women,
the rebel's heed
Revolution undermines belief
My eyes have seen this shit before
We're barely hangin' by the skin of our teeth
We've all raped it
and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial.
I big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal.
I burn like venerial,
And spit that imperial wizardry
Revolution for the sake of violence
Tear gas, bullets and the police sirens
Street marauders born to die
Crimewave
Crimewave
P.L.O.'s got
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
Cell by cell and frame by frame
Names, dates, it's all immaterial:
We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal
I burn like venereal
Spit that imperial
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real
the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy's eyes
Never looked into my daddy's eyes, he ain't
revolution
Parading illusion someone's using, most amusing
Will you dance? Will you dance?
Smell of caviar and roses
Teach your children all the poses
How
on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family
(Killer, Murder)
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday (holidays, holidays)
Let your children play (play)
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet
We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
And how much is art really worth
When
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