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Too soon, baby
Too soon, too soon
Too soon, baby
Too soon, too soon
Some birds are born out of context
Some birds laugh at shame
But revolution, baby
Revolution, slag town weavers
Revolution begins in the basement
Cola nuts, baby
Inside, outside
Cola nuts, Mahatma
Eaten me frying
Some eggs are cold from inception
Some eggs rendez-vous
But revolution begins in the basement
Speak to me your best pick up line
Or I ain't goin' home with you tonight
Not too soon for the undertaker
Not too soon for the melody maker
24 got his own street
And a bust on the Embarcadero
44 got his own statue
And his very own personal cove
25 gonna have the whole damn town
Knocked down and rebuilt a personal shrine
Speak to me your best pick up line
Or I ain't goin' home with you tonight
But revolution, baby
Revolution, Helter Skelter
Revolution, baby
Revolution, bullies on Broad Street
Revolution begins in the basement...
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From the halls of Montezuma
Down to the coal mines of Beaver Falls
Socialist workers, MoveOn.Org
Greenpeace, the Capitol Mall
International Brotherhood of Eletrical Workers
United Fruit, The PTA
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
From the clashing cliffs of Big Sur
To the white sands of the Keys
Massapequa, Sausalito
The sound of the Puget breeze
The bloody ground of Gettysburg
To the wild Wyoming fields
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
You can separate a worker from his rightful dollar
His peso, his euro, his yen
Trample his freedom, his restitution
His constitution, my friend
Steal his loot and take it to some island retreat
You can run but you cannot hide
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
Abraham Lincoln, Benjamin Frankin
Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Paine
Thorough, Walt Whitman, Rodney King
Woody Guthrie singin' out in the rain
Emma Goldman, Eleanor Roosevelt
Abraham, Martin and John
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
From the tea dumping party in Boston Harbor
Little Rock, Memphis, Ann Arbor
Julia Butterfly, drawing the lines
Seattle '99
Haymarket, Christopher Street, Paul Revere
And his great freedom ride
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
Fight on the picket line
Down on the coal mine
Working the phone lines
Standing in the bread line
Humanists, economists
God fearing atheists
Fair minded, peace loving people everywhere
I do believe even Jesus Christ
Would cry to the Heavens above
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
From Broadway to the Milky Way
Pacific Coast Highway
Pompano Beach, Long Island, Queens
Brazos, the Ohio, Columbia
Monongahela
Mississippi down to New Orleans
Oakland to Auckland
Venice to Venezuela
Cairo to Tel Aviv
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
Jesus in the desert
Moses in the sea
Mohammed on that mountain
And the I and the me, become we
Guantanamo to Wall Street
Islamabad to Church Street
The moon to Mercury
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
Wherever people defend their right to own their own destiny
Defend themselves against lies, against greed
Defend their right to be free
From the Euphrates primordial mud
To the dust of the moons of Mars
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
We will not be divided, my friends
We will not be divided
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In a time of darkness
When the night eclipses day
When the comforts of the tongue confuse
And lead your heart astray
The Australian winter
South American fall
Not sure who I got out of bed and dressed for today at all
Thought I reached the valley
Now I see so much further down
And what I took for the morning light
Were the flames of the burning town
The Asian market
Panamanian despair
Sometimes I think I sing
Just to move the air
And where is the love
That knows what to do
The men and the women
To carry us through
Across the river
To the promised land
Well, I think they stand
I think they stand
I think they stand with us tonight
The stars which once seemed so in reach
Fade out, grow dim, recede
And the love you make
And the love you take
Aint' near the love you need
I practice breathing slowly
I practice breathing deep
Beauty comes to me in dreams
Then gets lost in sleep
The churches are padlocked
Magistrate's been drowned
I open up my skull to scream
But the radio's the only sound
But where is the love
That knows what to do
The men and the women
To carry us through
Across the river
To the promised land
Well, I think they stand
I think they stand
I think they stand with us tonight
I think we stand
I think we stand
I think we stand here tonight
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I remember back in '99
How excited I was 'bout the concept of time
And the great big numbers about to turn
And the hopes that I had
And the baggage we could burn
It was all gonna be smooth and easy and slow
Drift in a daydream
Or just up and go
Cover everything with fresh paint, poetry and song
And wind chimes and candles and wine
Time to take back the new millennium
This one was gonna be ours
Take back the new millennium
And no oil family power
Making your enemies cover
Planes smashing into towers
Gonna keep us from the world we deserve
Take back, take back
Take back the new millennium
Maybe I'm spoiled with too many choices
Too many sweet things
Too many pretty voices
At the first sign of trouble
Oh, baby, I cut and run
To the warm winds of some place
And their warm winter sun
Wish I could say, but I just don't know
If it's time to just hold on or just let it go
Sometimes it seems like it all got snatched away
Before we had the chance to live it for a day
Lately in my sleep, I've been trying to scream
This is not my vision
This is not my dream
I ain't bein' heard
Ain't bein' understood
And I can't find my way to the Three Acre Wood
But just lately, I've got to say this
I feel like things are turning
Like a cool country kiss
I see signs in the small the things
And though ya can't always win
But like Kennedy said
Let us begin
So, no, I don't think it's too late to turn it around
Don't think it's too late to throw the bums out of town
I got all my senses, I'm walking around
I got all my senses, I'm walking around
Time to take back the new millennium
This one was gonna be ours
Take back the new millennium
And no oil family power
Making your enemies cover
Planes smashing into towers
Gonna keep us from the world we deserve
Take back, take back
Take back the new millennium
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