Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

( chorus )
From it Get Cu—t! 
Fro-m th-e 
Gun-shots I-n 
M-y Bra-ke-lin-e,

All Tir-es To-r-n U-p,
As W-e Look At 
What Se-ems to B-e
A Dead En-d S-ign. 

1
When the Dust Clear-s,
Fo-r O-ve-r 4-00 Years,
We En-slaved 
In Ba-by-lon

At the End of Get You-r 
Fucken Hands Up!
N-o Lon-g-er Want to
Lis-ten to Thei-r Com-mand-s.

So much of Thi-s Dus-t!
But The-y Ar-e
Not o-f Ou-r F-a-the-r 
Ab-ra-ha-m.

So Our Han-ds Are Up!
But not to Give Up!
But W-ith Gun-s
In Both Hand-s

( chorus )
From it Get Cu—t! 
Fro-m th-e 
Gun-shots I-n 
M-y Bra-ke-lin-e,

All Tir-es To-r-n U-p,
As W-e Look At 
What Se-ems to B-e
A Dead En-d S-ign. 

2
As we Look up!
Glori-ous Things are 
Said of You,
Je-ru-sale-m.

As Fo-r Us!
It is Sai-d In The 
4t-h Chap-ter of 
Se-con-d Cor-in-thian-s.

It is Best For Us to Run 
For the Promised Land,
With Guns Blazing!
Hand in Hand..Ra-the-r Tha-n ,

To Spen-d The 
Rest of O-ur Earth-ly 
Lives Locks Up!
Cuffed T-o An-other’s Han-d.

( chorus )
From it Get Cu—t! 
Fro-m th-e 
Gun-shots I-n 
M-y Bra-ke-lin-e,

All Tir-es To-r-n U-p,
As W-e Look At 
What Se-ems to B-e
A Dead En-d S-ign. 

From it Get Cu—t! 
Fro-m th-e 
Gun-shots I-n 
M-y Bra-ke-lin-e,

All Tir-es To-r-n U-p,
As W-e Look At 
What Se-ems to B-e
A Dead En-d S-ign. 

3
S-lo-w-in-g to a D-ead Stop!
Caugh-t Afte-r A  3
State Police Chase,
High Speed Drive.

Behind Us Guns Up And A
Voice is say-ing “ Passenger 
And Drive-r O-pen the Doors,
And S-low-ly Step Ou-t-side “.

But W-e Ta-ke Of-f!
Runn-ing with
Guns Bla-zing While 
Hold-ing Hand-s,

I Can’t Forget the 
Bar-Rage Of Sho-ts from 
Be-hind while Lo-ok-ing,
At the Bor-der Lin-e.

( chorus )
From it Get Cu—t! 
Fro-m th-e 
Gun-shots I-n 
M-y Bra-ke-lin-e,

..All Tir-es To-r-n U-p,