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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Titus Andronicus
Interprète
Patrick Stickles
Chant
Alex Tretiak
Chant
Andrew Cedermark
Guitare
Eric Harm
Chant
Ian Dykstra
Chant
Ian Graetzer
Guitare basse
Ian O'Neil
Chant
Julian Veronesi
Chant
Liam Betson
Guitare
Matt Miller
Chant
Nolen Strals
Chant
Okey Chenoweth
Chant
Ryan Walsh
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Patrick Stickles
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kevin McMahon
Production
Elio Deluca
Ingénierie
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie
Paroles
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
There'll be no more counting the cars
On the Garden State Parkway
Nor waiting for the Fung Wash 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
Oh, 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
[Verse 3]
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
What I realize too late, I never should have left New Jersey, woo
[Verse 4]
Whoa-ohh-ohh, whoa-ohh-ohh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Yeah, yeah
Whoa-ohh-ohh, whoa-ohh-ohh
[Verse 5]
I sense the enemy, they're rustling around in the trees
Oh, I thought I had gotten away but the followed me to 02143
Woe, 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
Oh, none of us shall be saved, every man will be a slave
For John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave
And there's rumblings down in the cave
[Verse 6]
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'ma 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
[Verse 7]
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
And I will not retreat a single inch
Written by: Patrick Stickles

