Boots On the Ground

Got a billion boots on the ground
No time for wastin a sound
Got a bunch of dead roses browned
No water to be found
Cause when your roots are cut your trough
Fills into rust
And these hard workin boots will dry, never seeing a pound
Without some drinks to go around

Don't need no sense to be a nice fella
Step up, whatever you got
Don't need no reason or any type of moolah
Reach out to whose ever been shot
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What happened to our virtues
Of decency, and bravery
They were marked by the genocide
Of a New World's discovery
Each age has got a break from what ought to be
With inequal, injustice, what happened to community
Everyone's got a poor excuse not to be

Don't need no sense to be a nice fella
Step up, whatever you got
Don't need no reason or any type of moolah
Reach out to whose ever been shot
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Well Jesus turned water to wine
Miracles don't need a billboard sign
Just a smile to your neighbor could be sufficient
It's a free type of labor that's quite efficient
Share a libation
These boots need a new foundation

Don't need no sense to be a nice fella
Step up, whatever you got
Don't need no reason or any type of moolah
Reach out to whose ever been shot
Lla d-da Lla d-da Lla d-da da daaa
Lla d-da da da da da da Lla d-da d-daa
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh



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