Tom Paine's Bones

Dance to Tom Paine's Bones As I dropped out one evening By a river of discontent I bumped straight into old Tom Paine As running down the road he went. He said I can't talk now son King George is if after me And he'll have a rope around my throat And hang me on the liberty tree But I'll dance to Tom Paine's bones Dance to Tom Paine's bones Dance in the oldest boots I own To the rhythmn of Tom Paine's bones. I already talked about freedom And justice for everyone But ever since the very first word I spoke I've been lookin down the barrel of a gun They say I preached revolution Let me say in my defence That all I did wherever I went Was talk a lot of common sense Old Tom Paine he ran so fast He left me standing still And then I was, a piece of paper in my hands, Standing at the top of a hill. It said 'This is the age of reason These are the rights of Man No religion, no monarchy It was all in Tom Paine's plans Old Tom Paine where does he lie? No one laughs and no one cries Where he's gone and how he fares No one knows and no one cares