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Woman is the Nigger of the World ***

Woman is the nigger of
the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of
the world
Think about it...do
something about it

We make her paint her
face and dance
If she wonít be slave ,we
say that she donít love us
If sheís real, we say sheís
trying to be a man
While putting her down we
pretend that she is above us
Woman is the nigger of
the world...yes she is
If you donít belive me take a
look to the one youíre with
Woman is the slaves of
the slaves
Ah yeah...better screem
about it
We make her bear and raise
our children
And then we leave her flat for
being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only
place she would be
Then we complain that sheís
too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of
the world...yes she is
If you donít belive me take a
look to the one youíre with
Woman is the slaves of
the slaves
Yeah (think about it)

We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no
guts or confidence
When sheís young we kill her
will to be free
While telling her not to be so
smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of
the world...yes she is
If you donít belive me take a
look to the one youíre with
Woman is the slaves of
the slaves
Yes she is...if you belive me,
you better screem about it.

Repeat:
We make her paint her
face and dance
We make her paint her
face and dance We make her paint her
face and dance

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Attica State ***

What a waste of human
power
What a waste of human lives,
shoot the prisioners in
the towers
Forthy-three poor widowed
wives

Media blames it on the
prisioners,
But the prisioners did not kill
"Rockefeller pulled the trigger"
Thatís what the people feel.

Attica, Attica state, weíre all
mates with Attica state.

Free the prisioners, free
the judges
Free all the prisioners everywhere,
All they want is truth
and justice
All they need is love and care

They all live in suffocation,
Letís not wathc them die
in sorrow,
Nowís the time for revolution,
Give them all chance to grow.

Attica state......

Come together join the movement,
Take a stand for human rights,
Fear and hatred clouds
our judgement,
Free us all from endless
night,

Attica state....
We are all mattes...
We all live in......
Attica, Attica, Attica state.

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Born in a Prision **

We are born in a prision,
raised in a prision
Send to a prision called school,

We cry in a prision,
We love in a prision,
We live in a prision,
like fools.

Chorus:
Wood becomes a flut when
itís loved,
reach for your self and your
battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when
itís broken,
Look in a mirror and see
your shattered fate.

We live with no reason,
Kicked around for no reason,
Thrown out without reason
like tools.

Work in a prision
And hate in aprision
And die in a prision
as a rule.

chorus

We live in a prision
Among judges and wardnes
And wait for no reason or use
We laugh in a prision,
Go through all four seasons
And die with no vision
or truth

chorus

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New York City *

Standing on the corner
Just me and yoko ono
We was waiting for jerry to land
Up come a man with the guitar
in his hand
Singing "have a marijuana if you can"
His name was Davis Peel
And we found that he was real
He sangs"The pope smokes
dope everyday"
Up come a police man shoved
us up the street
Singin, "power to the
people today!"

NYC...NYC...NYC
Que pasa Ny?...Que pasa NY?

Well we went to maxís
Kansas City
Got down the nitty gritty
With the Elephants Memory
Band
Laid something down
As the news spread around
About the Plastic Ono
Elephants Memory Band!
Well we played some funky
boogie
And laid some tutti frutti
Singing "Long tall sallyís
a man"
Up come a preachman trying to be a teacher
Singing "Godís a red herring in grag!"

NYC...NYC...NYC
Que pasa Ny?...Que pasa NY?
Well we did the Staten
Island Ferry
Making movies for the telly
Played the fillmore and
Apollo for freedom,
Tried to shake our image
Just a cycling through
the village
But found that we had left it
back in london.
Well nobody came to bug us,
hustle ud or shove us
so we decided to make it
our home
If the man wants to shove
us out
We gonna jump and shout
The Statue of Liberty said,
"come!"

NYC...NYC...NYC
Que pasa Ny?...Que pasa NY?

NYC down in the village
What a bad-ass city!
Que pasa Ny?...Que pasa NY?

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Sunday Bloody Sunday ***

Well it was sunday
bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The crys of thirteen marty martyrs
Filled the free derry air.
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was
bleeding

When they nailed the
coffin lidds!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundayís the day!

You claim to be majority
Well you know that itís a lie
Youíre really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald asle.
When Stormont bans
our marchers

Theyíve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
Itís those motherís turn
to burn!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundayís the day!

You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody
Union Jacks
And you know what itís worth!
How dare you hold on to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundayís the day!

Yes itís always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls and roads free forever
From the bloody english hands

Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for London or for Rome!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundayís the day!

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The Luck of the Irish ***

If you have the luck of
the irish,
Youíd be sorry and wish you
were dead
You shold have the luck of
the irish
And youíd wish you was
English instead!

A thousand years of torture
and hunger

Drove the people away from
their land,
A land full of beutty and wonder
Was raped by the british
brigands! Goddman!
Goddman!

If you could keep voices
like flowers
Thereíd be aharmock all over
the world.
If you could drink dreams
like the irish streams

Then the world would be high
as the mountain of morn

In the Pool they told us
the story
How the english divided
the land,
Of the pain, the death and
the glory
And the poets of auld
Eireland

If we could make chains with
the morning dew
The world would be like
galeway Bay
Letís walk over rainbows
like leprechauns
The world would beone big
Blarney stone

Why the hell are the English
there anyway?
As they kill with god on
their side!
Blame it all on the kids and
the IRA!
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye! Aye!
Genocide!

If you had the luck of
the irish
You should have the luck of
the irish
Youíd be sorry and wish you
were dead
And youís wish you were
english instead!
Yes youíd wish you was
english instead!!
 

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John Sinclair *

It ainít fair, John Sinclair
In the stir of breathing air
Wonít you care for John Sinclair?
In the stair of breathing air.
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me.

They give him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta.....gotta, set him free.

If he had been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
Heíd be free, theyíd let him be
Breatthing air, like you and me

They gave me ten for two
What more can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta....gottta set him freee.

Was he jailed for what he done?

Representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the clutches oof the man
Let him free, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids.
They gave me ten for two

What more can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta...gotta set him free...

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Angela***

Angela, they put you in
prison
Angela, they shot down
your man
Angela, you`re one of the
millions of political
prisioners in the world.

Sister, there´s wind that
never dies
Sister, we´re breathing
together
Sister, our loves and hopes
forever keep
on moving oh so slowly
in the world.

Angela, can you hear the
earth is turning?
Angela, the world
watches you.

Angela, you soon will be
returning to your sisters and
brothers of the world.

Sister, you`re still a people
teacher
Sister, your word reaches far
Sister, there`s a million
different races but we all
share the same future
in the world.

Chorus:
They gave you sunshine
They gave you sea
They gave you everything but
the jailhouse key.
They gave you coffee
They gave you tea
They gave you everything
but equality.

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We are all Water**

There may be not much
difference
Between Chairmon Mao and
Richard Nixon
If we strip them naked.

There may be not much
difference
Between Marylin Monroe and
Lenny Bruce
If we check their coffins.

There may be not much
difference
Between White House and and
Hall of People
If we count their windows.

There may be not much
difference
Between Raquel Welch and
Jerry Rubin
If we hear their heartbeat.

Chorus:
We are all water from
different rivers
Thatís why itís so easy to to meet
We are all water in this vast,
vast ocean
Someday weíll evaporate
together.

There may be not much
difference
Between Eldridge Cleaver and
Queen of England
If we bottle their tears

There may be not much
difference
Between Charles Manson and the Pope
If we press their smile

There may be not much
difference
Between Rockefeller and you
If we hear you sing.

There may be not much
difference
Between Rockefeller and you
If we show our dreams

Chorus:

* Written by John Lennon.
** Written by Yoko Ono
***Written by John Lennon and Yoko Ono   .