Zumba Freedom Fighters
I remember when I was a kid,
Playing checkers with my granddad.
He'd tell stories about his life,
Played them up to add some spice.
"Ever Tell You" was the way it would start,
He'd look around and tell it from the heart.
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Thousands of them, no escape at all.
Did I mention they were eight feet tall?
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Same story with a different ending,
Sometimes funny and sometimes frightening.
Little changes made here and there,
Never questioned them, wouldn't dare.
Zumba Freedom Fighters all over town.
Attacked a bunker, twenty shot down.
Never heard such a thunderous sound.
Zumba Freedom Fighters all over town.
Granddad's gone and I have a kid,
He plays checkers like I once did,
With his granddad, My old man.
I hear those stories and I understand.
Zumba Freedom Fighters will live on,
Pass it down to your own son.
Or those days will be long gone.
Zumba Freedom Fighters will live on.
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Thousands of them, no escape at all.
Did I mention they were eight feet tall?
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Playing checkers with my granddad.
He'd tell stories about his life,
Played them up to add some spice.
"Ever Tell You" was the way it would start,
He'd look around and tell it from the heart.
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Thousands of them, no escape at all.
Did I mention they were eight feet tall?
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Same story with a different ending,
Sometimes funny and sometimes frightening.
Little changes made here and there,
Never questioned them, wouldn't dare.
Zumba Freedom Fighters all over town.
Attacked a bunker, twenty shot down.
Never heard such a thunderous sound.
Zumba Freedom Fighters all over town.
Granddad's gone and I have a kid,
He plays checkers like I once did,
With his granddad, My old man.
I hear those stories and I understand.
Zumba Freedom Fighters will live on,
Pass it down to your own son.
Or those days will be long gone.
Zumba Freedom Fighters will live on.
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
Thousands of them, no escape at all.
Did I mention they were eight feet tall?
Zumba Freedom Fighters coming out of the walls.
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Writer(s): Michael Foerster
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