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If there be no right of rebellion against a state of things that no savage tribe would endure without resistance, then I am sure that it is better for men to fight and d.. without right than to live in such a state of right as this.  Roger David Casement; Irish: Ruairí Mac Easmainn; Sir Roger Casement CMG [for a time

Red Rover

 

Chorus:

How much evil can you bear?

Green ‘s in your house, it’s ev’rywhere.

Whistles don’t shout all train wrecks;

They’re short on boots for all the necks.


Dyin’ tryin’ beats livin’ givin’

Into force and fear.

They’re expectin’ you’ll roll-over,

Not break the line.  You, Red Rover?

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No need stretchin’ to fetch oppression,

Manics’ minds on fires set.

’ginning’s ‘gun at first sun,

At last light we’ll all get met.

 

Tyrants’ trials across miles

Of blood-soak sand.

Beat the drum; time has come

To take our stand.

 

Rats scurry in a hurry

To flee the Ship of State.

Hold over on the hair aflame

Lit bright by heatful hate.

 

Ev’ry moment of the foment,

God love it, liberty.

No hesitation for a nation

Cru-sade to be free.

 

Hey, Dawn.  Nothin’ wrong

Losin’ ’morrow for this day.

Lordy, Lordy.  I suppose

When time’s up, heav’n knows.

 

Hey, Sunshine does not get in line

For dibs, cuts, goal, or goul.

Some stuff ‘s jus’ gotta be

In livin’ life, naturally.

 

Confusion ’s no illusion,

Dragging anchor through a lifetime.

Savage cries to barb’ric Baal.

Don’t belay the line fall.

 

Take your house, cat’s got mouse;

There’s risk in it ‘s how they’ll spin it.

Sneak and peak with exigence;

Your privacy has lost law’s fence.

 

Constitution free ’s the way they see

To strip your flesh of liberty.

Take a shot, you go ‘head.

Better living live than live in dread.

 

Green hell ‘s where‘s the smell –

Sulfur sour pagan air.

Grace gift in rushing wind –

Sweet honey, roses full repair.

 

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