Before I Leave
(The English Gentleman)
Gentlemen for far too long something has been going on
Under our very noses
A storm is brewing but not many know this
But know this- we must awake from the slumber before our great nations goes under thru the sheer weight of numbers
THEY DON'T KNOW DON'T YOU KNOW THE ROAD BACK HOME HAS COME- girl vox
We must recognise and realise we are not here to practise but preserve democracy
This is our philopsy -
we must maintain this status in order by ordering the solution as prescribed by evolution
I know well that fear has reigned in many a tongue and restrained many a son but now the time has come
We must unify the sum of our efforts and diversify our approaches until our efforts achieve their run
This great work has already begun-
incited by the farsighted forefathers initiated in the art of might is more harder and effective when a people demand it itself and keep chasing the wealth, chaving its health
Now its your duty to clock the hard sell -lock 'em if you have to -no-one will tell -send them to our friends across waters
Utilise already established court orders that apply across boarders
They have served their purpose and at present are not in a position to hurt us
Furthermore
we have a precedent set in the declaration of Balfour
And have millions in store at our beckoned call
We can never fail We can never fail We can never fail
We will forever prevail
THEY DON'T KNOW DON'T YOU KNOW THE ROAD BACK HOME HAS COME
AM TIRED OF THE SIGHT OF YOU - EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR
YOU SICK AND WEAK AND FICKLE YOUR IDEAL IS
CAN'NT FOOL ME WITH YOUR LIES AND IDEALS
YOUR PAPER THIN - YOUR MADE OF SIN
(THE STREET)
Now here is a slide illustrating the drive of those who conquer the divide your preside over
We resent every dollar and cent you represent and present to buy my brother- bly for cover
And smother the mother of my child until the survivors go wild to the coast
Some of 'em forced some willing to be close some still cling to the post of tyranny
Tyranny
I know your sight is sick of me -I'll continue to expose how sick and weak and fickle your ideal is
To render devoid of colour- your streets and c**-de sacs
Whites and blacks, the latter reduced to stats, - every people within have someone sold out a whim
One day your own will see your arguments as paper thin
As yourself
Paper thin
THEY DON'T KNOW DON'T YOU KNOW THE ROAD BACK HOME HAS COME
(The English Gentleman)
Gentlemen for far too long something has been going on
Under our very noses
A storm is brewing but not many know this
But know this- we must awake from the slumber before our great nations goes under thru the sheer weight of numbers
THEY DON'T KNOW DON'T YOU KNOW THE ROAD BACK HOME HAS COME- girl vox
We must recognise and realise we are not here to practise but preserve democracy
This is our philopsy -
we must maintain this status in order by ordering the solution as prescribed by evolution
I know well that fear has reigned in many a tongue and restrained many a son but now the time has come
We must unify the sum of our efforts and diversify our approaches until our efforts achieve their run
This great work has already begun-
incited by the farsighted forefathers initiated in the art of might is more harder and effective when a people demand it itself and keep chasing the wealth, chaving its health
Now its your duty to clock the hard sell -lock 'em if you have to -no-one will tell -send them to our friends across waters
Utilise already established court orders that apply across boarders
They have served their purpose and at present are not in a position to hurt us
Furthermore
we have a precedent set in the declaration of Balfour
And have millions in store at our beckoned call
We can never fail We can never fail We can never fail
We will forever prevail
THEY DON'T KNOW DON'T YOU KNOW THE ROAD BACK HOME HAS COME
AM TIRED OF THE SIGHT OF YOU - EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR
YOU SICK AND WEAK AND FICKLE YOUR IDEAL IS
CAN'NT FOOL ME WITH YOUR LIES AND IDEALS
YOUR PAPER THIN - YOUR MADE OF SIN
(THE STREET)
Now here is a slide illustrating the drive of those who conquer the divide your preside over
We resent every dollar and cent you represent and present to buy my brother- bly for cover
And smother the mother of my child until the survivors go wild to the coast
Some of 'em forced some willing to be close some still cling to the post of tyranny
Tyranny
I know your sight is sick of me -I'll continue to expose how sick and weak and fickle your ideal is
To render devoid of colour- your streets and c**-de sacs
Whites and blacks, the latter reduced to stats, - every people within have someone sold out a whim
One day your own will see your arguments as paper thin
As yourself
Paper thin
THEY DON'T KNOW DON'T YOU KNOW THE ROAD BACK HOME HAS COME