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Once an honest man
Could go from sunrise to its set
Without encountering agents
Of his state or government but a sorry cloud
Of tyranny has fallen across the land
Brought on by the hollow men
Who did not understand that for centuries
Our forefathers have fought
And often died to keep themselves
Unto themselves, to fight the rising tide that
If in the smallest battles we surrender to the state
We enter in a darkness
Whence we never shall escape

When they raise their hands up
Our lives to possess
To know our souls, to drag us down,
We'll resist

Wat Tyler led the people in 1381
To meet the king at Smithfield
To issue this demand that Winchester's
Should be the only law across the land
The law of old King Alfred's time
Of free and honest men
'Cause the people then they understood
What we have since forgot that the government
Will only work for its own benefit
And I'd rather stand up naked
Against the elements alone than give
The hollow men the right to enter in my home

When they raise their hands up
Our lives to possess
To know our souls, to drag us down,
We'll resist

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Stand up, sons of liberty,
And fight for what you own
Stand up, sons of liberty,
And fight, fight for your homes

So if ever a man should ask you
For your business or your name
Tell him to go and fuck himself,
Tell his friends to do the same
'Cause a man who'd trade his liberty for a safe
And dreamless sleep doesn't deserve
The both of them and neither shall he keep

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