On the highest hill in this old dutch town Locked away in the bosom of the Brooklyn ground They shout, can you hear them? The stories and screams Way beyond your wildest dreams The faces and names Can you hear them?
Have you heard what the whispers said “Let the dead bury the dead” Steam rising from these city streets Can you hear them? Through neighborhoods of the deep north As night falls on the lights of New York Can you hear them?
Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living
The punk Poet of St. Mark's he told me “life's a shame” Meanwhile The Poet of the Park was selling them for change yeah To keep the dead alive is a hard job The ghosts of the past can never hold us back And you! The ones, who can Can you hear them?
Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living
Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living Not another way of life, under this system There's a whole other way, we could be living
A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way A whole other way
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