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Poor Man's Blood

by Poor Man's Blood

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Kansas was bleeding 1856 A free state consumed By racist border attacks Lawrence sacked, and a movement was lost Till one man stood up and drew blood for Blood was spilt on that final day At the Battle of Black Jack they pushed back the southern advance Just like ghosts fading into the night, Brown’s forces went east To put an end to the fight…. Talk about the fight but talk is cheap today we fight back for racial equality Never give up never give in This is the ghost of john brown’s revenge Harper's Ferry, 1859 Twenty-one men seized the armory To start insurrection arm all the slaves But they were sold out by northern pacifists They fought to the death against federal marines And held up for treason john brown courageously…… Stepped to that noose and he took it with pride To free the oppressed he would surely die The crimes of the guilty, John Brown swore Will never be purged away except with blood Never give up, never give in This is the ghost of john brown’s revenge Look where we’re at… America Now A classist divide, drawn on the lines of….. Blacks in the ghettos, crack on the streets Muslims kidnapped and sent to Guantanamo Bay Mexico border guarded by police And white racist thugs, they call themselves Minutemen If john brown were here, he’d say it again What we need right now, is a frontal assault on the…….. Crimes of the past, not yet put to rest If you want real change, you gotta change it with fists! Never give up, never give in This is the legacy of John Brown’s re-…… Never give up, never give in These are the words of John Brown’s re-…. Never give up, never give in This is the ghost of John Brown’s revenge
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Perdition 05:18
Dark shadows growing Silhouettes cast upon the road to perdition In the black all alone Standing with fists clinched in stone the vagabond tired Going nowhere because no one Is tending the fire I’ve Seen too much pain To believe in divine intervening I’ve seen too much pain salvation don’t mean a goddamn thing to me condemned at the gates in loathing I turn my back and I walk away the preacher man says that the kingdom of heaven is close at hand well don’t hold your breath when have you walked through his valleys of death scriptures are chains with so many suffering here on the earth in his dungeon of pain cast away pawns in his sick little game I’ve seen too much pain To ever believe in eternal grace I’ve seen too much pain the light of your lies so blinding damned at the gates disgusted I turn my back and I walk away oh heavenly father show me the way spiritual treason the truth sets you free the blood of one martyr could never wash away the million lambs led to the slaughter on his judgment day the watchmaker watches while the evil oppress the poor huddled masses we crawl through the waste as a charlatan shouts from the top of a stage the church doors are open but there’s never enough to buy back our redemption I’ve seen too much pain the words in your book mean nothing I’ve seen too much pain Malicious or helpless its all the same Judged at the gates In defiance I turn my back, and I walk away Left at the gates Judged at the gates Damned at the gates In defiance I turn my back and I walk away
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Susan 04:21
Susan finished school at 16 Wants to be a secretary 2 years later she's got nowhere Ends up in a factory Making matches it's so boring She gets sad and so depressed Hears her doctor smugly tell her "Take these pills and get some rest" But she takes it one step further Parents rescue her in time Smile and tell her "When you're married Everything will be just fine" She recovers and gets married further shuts the closing door Though he says "I really love you" She feels worse off than before 9 months later she's a mother It's a bouncing baby boy "Oh how super!" say her parents But for her there is no joy Words like mummy don't mean nothing It's all she hears from 9 to 5 All alone at number 19 Every single day she dies 19 years of hollow cliches Now she wants to end it all Bored to death from doing nothing Family drives her up the wall Swinging Susan hanged herself She couldn't live her pointless life He comes home to see through tears The rigid corpse that was his wife The life and times of Susan Strange Ended in that tragic way With the money from insurance The family went on holiday Nothing left but rotting flowers On an unattended grave The epitaph has faded badly No one reads it anyway
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No one knows when Skinny died But we found him dead in the snow The bankers and lawyers walked right on by On the corner where the day shoppers strolled Skinny’s his name, for he had no kin And nothing to call his own So we gathered him up in a cheap wooden box And carried little skinny on home CHORUS We carry our dead We carry our dead through the streets where we work to the bone We carry our dead We carry our dead Through the streets that we all call our home we carry our dead to the outside of the town A place no one cares to go And in a cold vacant lot we bury our dead In the ground ---where the paperboys go no one knows when timothy died but he was stuffed in a dumpster in Queens beaten black and blue and buggered on thru and his throat cut to silence his screams so we carried him off thru the streets at dawn while the urbanites observed the scene some stood and stared but most didn’t care as the city bustled and steamed CHORUS I’ll sell you a paper if you’ll spare me a dime For you know that we fend for our own And I'll forego my meal, For we'll need every cent To carry our brother on home No one was there when Johnny died He was ran down like a rat in the street the trolley kept rolling and left Johnny there all mangled and covered in sleet And as the headlines in the papers cheered the new age of progress is here we carry our dead to the outside of town where the eulogies won’t make a sound CHORUS OUTRO
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The exalted arrive at the ball on chariots of gold, upon the wings of the gods their radiance lights up the halls diamonds and jewels and skins of the thralls orchestras line up arranged celebrations of wealth the song of the day wagers of blood would astound, privileged the few, the rest worship the crown the party began then to play the beautiful people swaggered and swayed indulged in the finest of ways hors d'oeuvres and fine wines and expensive champagnes when entered a madam so fair her flair and her charm lit up the air while outside of the palace estates a terrible force soon began to shake Isolated are the rich as disparity grows debutantes in their decadence dance in their robes twirling and spinning as the cup overflows They wont even know when the knife’s at their throat Oh liberty ….or guillotine They dance to an opulent tune and toasted and cheered to the health of the few an order of tyrant tycoons some make the laws, the rest simply consume but as the party reached fanciful heights the ramshackle slums burned all through the night desperate and starving for change Waves of plebeian rage crashes against the gates Isolated are the rich as disparity grows debutantes in their decadence dance in their robes twirling and spinning as the cup overflows They wont even know when the knife’s at their throat Oh liberty ….or guillotine and the guards at the palace were killed right on site and the jackboot police ran away terrified and the armies of war marched into the fight but the people fought back with all of their might they stood with their fists, clenched, raised to the sky and the fires of rage ravaged the blight and the beast that forever was kept in a cage broke thru her chains and devoured her prey Oh liberty ….or guillotine

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released March 6, 2014

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