Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand
Down these streets the fools rule There?s no freedom or self respect A knife?s point or a trip to the joint Is about all you can expect
They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system?s just too damned corrupt It?s always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up
Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand
The blacks and the whites Steal the other kids? lives Wealth is a filthy rag So erotic so unpatriotic So wrapped up in the American flag
The witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb Turns children into crooks and slaves Whose heroes and healers are real stoned dealers Who should be put in their graves
Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand
Listen to me Mr. Pusherman This might be your last night in a bed so soft There are pimps on the make, politicians on the take You can?t pay us off
We?re gonna blow up your home of Voodoo And watch it burn without any regret We got the power, we?re the new government You just don?t know it yet
Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand
For all of my brothers from Vietnam And my uncles from World War II I?ve got to say that it?s countdown time now We?re gonna do what the law should do
And for you pretty baby I know your story is too painful to share One day though you?ll be talking in your sleep And when you do, I wanna be there
Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand Band of the hand
Ajouter un Clip
