Texty

I have been permitted to choose my own words And discuss my own ideas Regarding the choice that we face in the next few weeks Protect us at all times, feel the blood pumping Through my face, which means I am not bluffing When the music fades, you let it be I am live, get in your mind with the fucking beat When the music fades, you let it be I am live, get in your mind with the fucking beat I have been permitted to choose my own words And discuss my own ideas Regarding the choice that we face in the next few weeks You and I are told increasingly we have to choose between a left or right And I'd like to suggest there is no such thing as a left or right There is only an up or down Man's old-aged dream The ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order Or down to the ant heap of totalitarianism And regardless of their sincerity, their humanitarian motives Those who would trade our freedom for security Have embarked on this downward course Protect us at all times, feel the blood pumping Through my face, which means I am not bluffing When the music fades, you let it be I am live, get in your mind with the fucking beat
Writer(s): Erwin H Kan Van, Sergio C Dos Santos Livramento Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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