Our Lives Our Time
Johnny was a chameleon when it was predominantly shrapnel
Shrapnel from the chapel of the Katman
Johnny kiss the groom and go join the killing
While Britain is watching her Watson
Headed down to Tianamon but had tarry enough time
Should have listened to the world turn
Told me that the cheaters are watching scratch ticket Jesus
Insulting the sultan
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines
We gon' take back this town if it takes us all
Hey kid, you look you could be found
But for the moment we are the fault line
I mind that our time
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It's our lives, our fight
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
In the United States of discrimination
When the schools feed into the prison
The corporations are more powerful than the government
Give the teachers a banker's salary and see how that goes
See if we farm our land again, in Kilimanjaro it snows
You sleep in your Egyptian linen 500 count thread
What's the count on the dead, we are the eye of the needle
Fixing to mend this quilt of lies that's ripped up on our bed
We coming in quick
We got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head
We got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines
We gon' take back this town if it takes us all
Hey kid, you look you could be found
But for the moment we are the fault line
I mind that our time
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It's our lives, our fight
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Ay, I lost my religion along with my innocence
Our lives, our time
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Til we done, done, done, done, done, done, done
Well, at least she got her body, and he's a boy named Sue
The Federales sure ain't no expert on love
So why would we listen to you
Well, at least we got our bodies, we all a boy named Sue
And we'll fight til it's done, til the borders are run
Til there's gardens not guns, and life is anew
'Cause it was a fight night
And the prize fighter got cut like in a knife fight
It was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right
He saw the stars like lightbright, couldn't see any sightline
Started his skydive from the highlife, like Pele plain highlight
Shouting m'aide to his heyday, in the pell-mell of the melee
His corner was getting a payday, needed Thompson from My Lai
Turned his guns on his own guys, but it wasn't Molotovs and Mai Tais
Just AKs and white lies
Tell Mount Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you
And not an eye for an eye, and I ain't eyeing the cap on your tooth
But then again I ain't debating and standing in your shoes
I'm just trying to figure out which Golden Rule I should choose
We getting high sided by the tie guys
White collar crime pays, just look at the bylines
If you believe in anything, believe in occupy
Cause it's a rich man's world, and we getting off the sidelines
I mind that our time
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It's our lives, our fight
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Ay, I lost my religion along with my innocence
It's our lives, our time
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, ay
I might let the gallery down
But there's people by the thousands outside
And we are just getting by
I might let the gallery down
Depending on how many votes you buy
Shrapnel from the chapel of the Katman
Johnny kiss the groom and go join the killing
While Britain is watching her Watson
Headed down to Tianamon but had tarry enough time
Should have listened to the world turn
Told me that the cheaters are watching scratch ticket Jesus
Insulting the sultan
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines
We gon' take back this town if it takes us all
Hey kid, you look you could be found
But for the moment we are the fault line
I mind that our time
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It's our lives, our fight
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
In the United States of discrimination
When the schools feed into the prison
The corporations are more powerful than the government
Give the teachers a banker's salary and see how that goes
See if we farm our land again, in Kilimanjaro it snows
You sleep in your Egyptian linen 500 count thread
What's the count on the dead, we are the eye of the needle
Fixing to mend this quilt of lies that's ripped up on our bed
We coming in quick
We got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head
We got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines
We gon' take back this town if it takes us all
Hey kid, you look you could be found
But for the moment we are the fault line
I mind that our time
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It's our lives, our fight
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Ay, I lost my religion along with my innocence
Our lives, our time
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Til we done, done, done, done, done, done, done
Well, at least she got her body, and he's a boy named Sue
The Federales sure ain't no expert on love
So why would we listen to you
Well, at least we got our bodies, we all a boy named Sue
And we'll fight til it's done, til the borders are run
Til there's gardens not guns, and life is anew
'Cause it was a fight night
And the prize fighter got cut like in a knife fight
It was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right
He saw the stars like lightbright, couldn't see any sightline
Started his skydive from the highlife, like Pele plain highlight
Shouting m'aide to his heyday, in the pell-mell of the melee
His corner was getting a payday, needed Thompson from My Lai
Turned his guns on his own guys, but it wasn't Molotovs and Mai Tais
Just AKs and white lies
Tell Mount Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you
And not an eye for an eye, and I ain't eyeing the cap on your tooth
But then again I ain't debating and standing in your shoes
I'm just trying to figure out which Golden Rule I should choose
We getting high sided by the tie guys
White collar crime pays, just look at the bylines
If you believe in anything, believe in occupy
Cause it's a rich man's world, and we getting off the sidelines
I mind that our time
Is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It's our lives, our fight
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Ay, I lost my religion along with my innocence
It's our lives, our time
Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, ay
I might let the gallery down
But there's people by the thousands outside
And we are just getting by
I might let the gallery down
Depending on how many votes you buy
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Stokes Urmston, Charles Urmston
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