the end of a nation We will all fall together A black sky in the rain And you can laugh and I will sing We've changed forever All fall together A black
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wit my come up Damn I done made, all of y'all *** ya jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin' *** you?s a knock off
brag, I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son, South of the country, west of the
crumble, vermin feed We will all go together when we go, when we go (repeat 2) We will all go together when we go The chainsaw roars, the forests fall
"I'm Not Ashamed" We all make our plans, we all have our choices Try on different faces, talk in other voices I said a lot of things that never let me
for my blackness but you represent wackness You?re bitin' on the castle door But when you fall in the moat, I won't see you no more Let's get together
of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little other than
out For big or little, great or small It really doesn't matter at all The way we shuffle our feet, and hem and haw 'Cause everyone's afraid they'll fall
Yeah. It's really good sign because it's the Aquarian age now, you know? And like, it's all coming together. You know what I mean by coming together?
all done there's nothing they like better Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall For another down homegrown western Saturday night Well the calving's all
all these good gifts we share We're all gathered together 'Round the old family Bible To say thanks for Christmas this year Well, I'm back in the country
dont want no drama wit me cause i got da ghost of jeffrey doma wit me! [Chorus] [verse 3: Project Pat] Suckas Wanna See Me Fall Fall Like A Ton
crime When it's all owned by corporations And theirs is the only word We will seize the airwaves Speak freely and be heard And we'll do it all together
?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton?s son, South of the country, west of the city, Chip
of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little
t get shot I do the shooting (Explosion). Gang memember I do all the recruitings, ball to y'all fall out there in reno blowing ten thousand motor's in
