Lyrics:
Feel like-a where I'm coming from
Feel like-a where I'm coming from
A brother man run to Nebraska
After the Civil War was through
He worked with his
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
Just after I wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before
A whole lot better
the Civil War
You looked so good I didn't care
What side you're fighting for
It wasn't all that easy
When you up and walked away
But I'll save that
real 'causeen
Better know tha game 'cause if you don't you get killed 'causeen
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark
button away from world war three
Always called the minority
And always always pulled over
Facing police brutality
Why is every street a living hell
Violated population
Suffer in a splintered nation
Mass production of destruction
Slaughter in a weird seduction
Inflammatory civil war
State
Religion a legal way
For murder, as they please
Malnutrition, civil
War millions live in poverty
For your last hope
Give what you can spare, religion means
Tell 'em what he did
You turned your spite into Civil War
Tell 'em
Tell 'em the truth
And more
Tell 'em, boy
Tell 'em how it happened
Quantum physics is complicated, and senior english is hard
Put 'em together, you'll guarantee almost nobody gets the point
Then throw in the Trojan
Kalamba Yandei
And this your response to him
Hey hey
Hey hey hey
Say hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Anybody ready for war say
Hey hey hey
I'm not feeling you yet
I'm imbued with the spirit
Of the English Tommy dunno my kill count
It's bigger than the fingers on me
Imma sing a song for the
Memory that lingers
after World War II
when people played a litte game
called soccer
St. Louis beat the English in an
unexpected shock and so they went
on to play Brazil but
dot's in my colon that nigga, Colon Powell
Modern day war victim
Oh, I'm foul, come join my coalition
No snitch nigga, go join the co-defendant
Feel
in bed don't forget
My english muffin
Hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin
A nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin'
Come on mama drop down and curl
really sure if he was
From the House of Lords
I saw a film today, oh boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just
Well it was more than just a lovers spat
And the civil war of the thermostat
We'd wail and wail like a manaics
Throwin shoes and bric-a-brac
Well I
My great-great-grandfather
Prospected for gold
In the wilds of Alaska
In the Yukon cold
My great-grandfather
Fought the Civil War
On the side
No judge, no jury, no civil rights
Show up on the line, get ready to fight
Run the streets and seize the night
Mow 'em fucking down
Everyone know
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords
I saw a film today oh, boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people
earths and goddesses
If they got bottom, don't get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there's a lot of us fit for the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars
of the most realistic depictions of war
Even though Crane was born after the Civil War ended
Maybe sentiments of regret are not all that unrelatable
You've
a toy soldier...
And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait till he's older,
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. "Now get
on my wall.
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that?s a funny term, like civil war.
Six in the morning, police at my
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