Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maria Muldaur
Maria Muldaur
Vocals
The Women's Voices For Peace Choir
The Women's Voices For Peace Choir
Choir
Jenni Muldaur
Jenni Muldaur
Vocals
The Free Radicals
The Free Radicals
Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dyer
Bob Dyer
Composer
Jenni Muldaur
Jenni Muldaur
Arranger
The Free Radicals
The Free Radicals
Arranger
David Torkanowsky
David Torkanowsky
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maria Muldaur
Maria Muldaur
Producer
Joel Jaffe
Joel Jaffe
Recording Engineer
Donna Wright
Donna Wright
Assistant Producer
Stephanie Cinesi
Stephanie Cinesi
Assistant Producer
Carol Butler
Carol Butler
Studio Personnel
Matt Wilenchik
Matt Wilenchik
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Bralower
Jimmy Bralower
Recording Engineer
Paul Middleton
Paul Middleton
Recording Engineer
John Jacobs
John Jacobs
Editing Engineer
Paul Blakemore
Paul Blakemore
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will. Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill, Then they bury him with stars, Sell his body like they do used cars. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there facin' the hill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill. All he believes are his eyes And his eyes, they just tell him lies. But there's a woman on my block, Sitting there in a cold chill. She say who gonna take away his license to kill? Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker, Heartbreaker, backbreaker, Leave no stone unturned. May be an actor in a plot, That might be all that you got 'Til your error you clearly learn. Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled. Oh, man is opposed to fair play, He wants it all and he wants it his way. Now, there's a woman on my block, She just sit there as the night grows still. She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
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