's in pain 'Cause your soul is in heaven But your memory remains Unknown, unknown brother I'll meet you someday Unknown, unknown brother We'll walk through fields where children play
' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing, children Sing, I like it when the children
get are these vampires and blood suckers All I see are these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelin's in the air All I see are
waitresses who shake their heads completely at a loss Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite ?cause everyone?s away on holiday HVA? Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play
're not, you're the only good thing I've got Everything's so much more complicated over the phone You are such a star, oh, you know you are I just once
Yo man! I don't like how this is goin' down Shit's real fucked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have
These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of
the dark, I stumbled into the light Only my fear has tumbled, I think, I always knew That I would run to you Somewhere there's children playing, somewhere
we are the giving world We are responsible We're not about to break It's just a state of play It's just a state of play This is the revolution coming
put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane bags, I've found my way To heads of state and children at play I'm financed in China, ran in
look different from head to toe" "you think this baby looks like any of ya'll" "now children, what do you say when you meet a nice man" "are you my daddy
Wonderful thing A childrens song A childrens song (Child, child, the child, child) (A child is the father of man) Have you listened as they played (
keep on dancin' C'mon children, c'mon children, come on, clap your hands Well, the cool breeze came on Tuesday And the corn's a bumper crop And the fields are
, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing
declare, have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls, their motto is ''Don't tread on me" Come hear uncle John's band playing to the
you With blood on your bones Poison in your fingers But music in your soul ?You could have been my lover Taught me everything I know But now we are your children
a jury of non-Indian people The prosecutor stated that they did not know who killed their agents Nor did he know what participation Leonard Peltier may have played
