The Last Internationale
The Last Internationale - Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Indian Blood songtekst
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Follow me, love, into tomorrow We'll leave behind our pain and sorrow We won't walk with Pizzaro Follow the man with the flaming arrow Blood... Come on, love, I know you want to Reclaim the streets with the Berlin statue We'll burn the streets, regrow the forest We'll rob the richest, give to the poorest Come on, love Come on, love I don't need it I don't want it Build another I don't love it I won't feed it Find another When the sun sets down When the sun sets down Gunpowder will wash the streets with Indian blood And the seeds of revolution will grow tight around our children's necks Like nooses that are used to keep the slaves in check, in chains And decades later we still can't figure out why It remains the same Wake up love, I want some action Unlock the children, they'll make it happen But if comfort is your coffin Then pull the lever and choose your killer I don't need it I don't want it Build another I don't need it I won't feed it Find another I don't love it I won't feed it Build another Blood...