We don't live too long
We got to sing our Psalms
We got to speak our mind
In hopes one day we will fight
Give me water to drink
Give me food to eat
Give me a job 'till I grow cold
Give me a place to call my home
Dust off your tired eyes
We gotta take 'em by surprise
I wanna see a riot
Happening all the time
All the time, all of the time
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