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Tom Morello

With downcast eyes the multitudes set as the cattle cars pulled along the rusty tracks one raised his hand in the fading light said excuse me sir this

There's an old green shed at the end of an overgrown driveway And years ago that shed collapsed and fell Years before that there was a withered dog chained

Stand back storm troopers attack On a bright may-day man I must be gettin' soft I dunno, what do you think mister? Looks like ten fat pigs in a nine pig

Released from reason Alive with pain The actors change The play is the same As he and his ministers converse I peeked out from behind the well And oh

I counted to one hundred, I kept losing track I wrote a hundred letters, no one wrote back I told a hundred stories, and all of them got twisted I sang

Me and Javier shouted slogan in Spanish Like it was our world to win Then they moved the plant down Ojada Time to bite you tongue again *chorus* I've

On the streets of New York The cabs don't stop On the street where I live They called the cops Found a noose in my garage Now how 'bout that So tonight

nutty nutmeg phantasy can't you see you and me in my nutty nutmeg phantasy nutty nutmeg phantasy you and me can't you see you and me in my nutty nutmeg

[Boots Riley:] And the wealth don't trickle down People pinchin' every nickel now Even if we don't fight, bodies hit the ground I spit the sound of a