LukeTan

A Song For Albert Parsons

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money, I’ve got it on my mind
it’s like the curse of god upon the poor man’s head
just like honey, they rob it from the hive
and leave them working bees to slave another day

we wear the chains that we have forged
just like mr. parsons said
soon we all got to realize
bread is freedom, freedom bread
bread is freedom, freedom bread

wake before the morning light, drink the drug that gives the right
to get up and face another day
work until the sun goes down, drink until your falling down
then wake up, do it all again

we wear the chains that we have forged
just like mr. parsons said
soon we all got to realize
bread is freedom, freedom bread
bread is freedom, freedom bread

money, i’ve got it on my mind
it’s like the bread of life that feeds the soul today
ain’t it funny?
the ones that make it rise
can’t even take a break to break the bread they bake

luketan ::