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- Stephen Stills - Word Game Lyrics
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- Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
- Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows
- Well it's happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
- And I know most of you
- Either don't believe it's true,
- Or else you don't know what to do
- Or maybe I'm singing about you,
- Who knows.
- It's incredibly sick, you can feel it, as across the land it flows
- Prejudice is slick when it's a word game, it festers and grows,
- Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
- You can feel it as it's rumblin'
- Let emotions keep a tumblin'
- Then as cities start to crumblin'
- Mostly empty bellies grumblin'
- Here we go
- People see somebody different fear is the first reaction shown
- Then they think they've got him licked the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow
- A human spirit is devoured the remains left to carrion crow
- I was told that life is change
- And yet history remains,
- Does it always stay the same
- Do we shrug it off and say
- Only God knows
- By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto
- Try and help but they don't know why folks treat them cold
- And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old.
- You see one must have a mission
- In order to be a good Christian
- If you don't you will be missing
- High Mass or the evening show
- And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,
- Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
- And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know
- I have seen these things with my very own eyes and defended my battered soul,
- It must be too tough to die,
- American propaganda, South African lies
- Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride,
- Ands I won't fight by his rules that's foolishness besides,
- His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry,
- Because his children they are growing up
- With bigots and their silver cups
- They're fed up, they might throw up
- On you
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