Love it or leave it that's what they say love it or leave it the American way I love this country I love this land but tolerance for liars I won't stand
thy rocks and rills Thy woods and templed hills My heart with rapture fills Like that above Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom
always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens and gets down Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons general, Emanual rock
end up with barren wages in cages Your left, your left, your left Now, get on down Now, stop and meet your fate Wasteland gonna rock this place Uh-
We got vegetarian gumbo stew The Rockin' Pneumonia and the Punk Rock Flu We got iko iko and Stagger Lee And the junco partner's leaning against a tree
Bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle Of the city isolation is a riddle To be surrounded by a million other people But to feel alone like a tree
that pretend to be's Homicide Hills That's the grits The Grits The barracks baby word up Verrazano bridge, yo yo I give a speech like Martin Luther King Let freedom
I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach I see the breezes weave the trees I am not here at all, you are dearly fooled I see bristling trees, the shush
Neverland The better man kind now, kindly join the caravan We're like a rock band that pack contraband And won't hesitate to stomp a man into the rocks
creativity and are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can
in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse I'm incredibly exhausted You can't imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I'm obsolete Freedom freedom freedom
rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom
Ah, one man hawk is another man dove One hug is another man's shove One man's rock is another man's sand One man's fist is another man's hand Ah, one
myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees
have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees On bended knee Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and
have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees On bended knee Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs
face of night Damp covering its might Sitting on the rock beyond the life We stared again at the sky Then the lightning struck hitting the tree Standing
