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It's Sweet and Fitting
05:39
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sent off to war, never even said goodbye
didn't matter what for, we'd learned not to ask why
on the boat over we drank and danced, and lied about the girls back home
we'd never even get the chance to prove each other wrong
how sweet it is to fight and die for your country, lads
once more into the breach, dear friends, where angels fear to tread
they're stuck in my head
it's true what they say, everyone believes in that hole
but that faith goes away the minute you get back home
no chorus of silent night could make you forget that pain
or that we all continued to fight, we started up later that day
in jesus' name
how sweet it is to fight and die for your country, lads
once more into the breach, dear friends, where angels fear to tread
you better watch your head
survived the attack with nothing but a scratch on my hand
still, i never made it back, some of y'all understand
i've forgotten how to pray, or if anyone's there to hear
even if i could, what's there to say? order up some whisky and beer
to cast out my fear
how sweet it is to fight and die for your country, lads
once more to the drink, dear friends! am i alive or dead?
i'm stuck in my head
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To Be Working for You
03:13
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oh, for you, i’d do anything
if you won’t mind the grease that gets on my skin
behind the window, i’ll count your change
and take your trash out to the bin
oh, for you, i'd do anything
get dirt stuck beneath my nails
the callouses on my hands, and blisters on my toes,
tell you all i’m trying to say
my grandpa always told me life was hard
people don’t get what they deserve
some folks can write pretty love songs (and sing ‘em too)
me, I’ll be workin’ here for you
oh for you, i’d do anything
i'd drive these streets, night and day
or sit all day in a box, forgetting my hopes and dreams
if that’ll chase my loneliness away
my grandpa always told me life was hard
people don’t get what they deserve
some folks can write pretty love songs (and sing ‘em too)
me, I’ll be workin’ here for you
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Until All Can Be Free
04:22
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move into a house out on the edge of town
get a job, go to work, keep my head down
do my best to forget all the people up the road
after all, i myself carry a heavy load
not you without me
me without you
wishing there was something i could do
new things keep happening, still nothing seems to change
the characters are traded out but the plot stays the same
the rich just get richer, and the poor get left behind
long as that happens to somebody else, nobody seems to mind
not you without me
me without you
wishing there was something we would do
they feel all our pain and they know where we've been
it's the kind of thing i used to chock up to original sin
and maybe that's right--still, it's money and greed
that keeps some of us on top and the rest of us in need
not me without you
or you without me
none of us until all can be free
so as for me and mine, we will serve the lord
by which i mean we'll do our best to lift up the poor
and even if that's pointless i'd rather live trying to fight
next to all of the people who rage against the night
and who've seen a great light
not me without you
or you without me
none of us until all can be free
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