In my dreams I see a fat man On his face is a frown Hes got money in his left hand In his right hes got strings that run All over town As he pulls on them tightly he chokes all that grows He keeps watch day and nightly and plucks life Like a rose In my dreams I see the young men That will change history They will die for the fat man As he laughs so carelessly In his laughter I hear the sorrow From the pain that it brings I hear mothers weeping softly Wrapped up tightly In his strings Cut the strings from his fingers Wrap them twice around his throat Show him not your kind mercy From the laws that he forgot he wrote Let us know of that which binds us That which steals all that grows That which kills what defines us To be plucked Like a roseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
