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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Titus Andronicus
Titus Andronicus
Performer
Patrick Stickles
Patrick Stickles
Vocals
Alex Tretiak
Alex Tretiak
Vocals
Andrew Cedermark
Andrew Cedermark
Guitar
Eric Harm
Eric Harm
Vocals
Ian Dykstra
Ian Dykstra
Vocals
Ian Graetzer
Ian Graetzer
Bass Guitar
Ian O'Neil
Ian O'Neil
Vocals
Julian Veronesi
Julian Veronesi
Vocals
Liam Betson
Liam Betson
Guitar
Matt Miller
Matt Miller
Vocals
Nolen Strals
Nolen Strals
Vocals
Okey Chenoweth
Okey Chenoweth
Vocals
Ryan Walsh
Ryan Walsh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Stickles
Patrick Stickles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elio Deluca
Elio Deluca
Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Engineer
Kevin Sean McMahon
Kevin Sean McMahon
Producer

Lyrics

(Whispered) Are we ready to go? "From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some transatlantic giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never! All the armies of Europe and Asia could not, by force, take a drink from the Ohio River or set a track on the Blue Ridge in the trial of a thousand years. If destruction be our lot, we ourselves must be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men, we will live forever, or die by suicide." (-Lincoln) There'll be no more counting the cars on the garden state parkway Nor waiting for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where And when I stand tonight, 'neath the lights of the Fenway Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears? 'Cause where I'm going to now, no one can ever hurt me Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry No, I never wanted to change the world, but I'm looking for a new New Jersey 'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to die I'm doing 70 on 17, I'm doing 80 over 84 And I never let the Meritt Parkway magnetize me no more Give me a brutal Somerville summer, give me a cruel New England winter Give me the great Pine Barrens so I can see them turned into splinters 'Cause if I come in on a donkey Let me go out on a gurney I want to realize too late I never should have left New Jersey I sense the enemy They're rustling around in the trees Oh, I thought I had gotten away But they followed me to 02143 Woe, oh woe is me No one knows the trouble I see When they hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree I'll sit beneath the leaves and weep None of us shall be saved Every man will be a slave For John Brown's body lies a'mouldring in the grave And there's rumblings down in the cave So if it's time for choosing sides And to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide And if it deserves a better class of criminal Then I'm'a give it to them tonight So we'll rally around the flag, rally around the flag Rally around the flag, boys, rally once again, shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom Rally around the flag, rally around the flag Glory, glory, hallelujah, His truth is marching on "I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or speak, or write with moderation. I am in earnest. I will not equivocate, I will not excuse, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard."
Writer(s): Patrick Joseph Stickles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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