Born Under Punches

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Congo
Congo

Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands
The hand speaks
The hand of a government man
Well I'm a tumbler
Born under punches

All I want is to breathe
Won't you breathe with me?
Find a little space so we move in-between
And keep one step ahead of yourself

Don't you miss it, don't you miss it
Some 'a you people just about missed it
Last time to make plans, I'm a tumbler
I'm a government man

Never seen anything like that before
Falling bodies tumble across the floor, I'm a tumbler
When you get to where you wanna be, thank you, thank you
When you get to where you wanna be, don't even mention it!

Take a look at these hands, passin' in-between us
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it
No thanks, I'm a government man

And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on
And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on
And the heat goes on, where the hand has been
And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on

I'm not a drowning man
And I'm not a burning building
I'm a tumbler
Drowning cannot hurt a man
Fire cannot hurt a man
Not the government man