Lyrics

I hope you're only joking I can't believe it's true Can't take away my freedom I know it's nothing new It doesn't touch your conscience To jumble up my mind A two-way stretch, it's not perfect No matter what you find The feeling is relentless There's nothing you can prove I'm meeting with the roughnecks Forget about the smooth When everything's permitted Authority to kill A sudden way to cultivate Destruction over will Could've been a contender Though the chances were slender You gave me the gun The man has no time When sweet things go sour Keep your colonels in power Now that's what I call the great divide! I'm looking for a reason I'll help you let me go Don't bite the hand that feeds them If you've nothing more to show With every step that's taken You're nearer to the end A void that's smart and full of heart A nation to defend It seems to get me going But maybe I'm a fool I've hurt you without knowing Stop it's showing as a rule Accept your points are valid Run away from one to ten Ignore it or try not to force Step forward once again Could've been a contender Though the chances were slender You gave me the gun The man has no time When sweet things go sour Keep your colonels in power Now that's what I call the great divide! I hope you're only joking I can't believe it's true Can't take away my freedom I know it's nothing new It doesn't touch your conscience To jumble up my mind A two-way stretch, it's not perfect No matter what you find The feeling is relentless There's nothing you can prove I'm meeting with the roughnecks Forget about the smooth When everything's permitted Authority to kill A sudden way to cultivate Destruction over will Could've been a contender Though the chances were slender You gave me the gun The man has no time When sweet things go sour Keep your colonels in power Now that's what I call the great divide!
Writer(s): John Whybrew, Ian Sharp, Dean Piavani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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