Chadwick Stokes -
This song comes from the Chadwick Stokes album, The Horse Comanche, out now on Ruff Shod / Thirty Tigers. Download now on iTunes (http://smarturl.it/OurLivesOurTime) or stream on Spotify (http://smarturl.it/OLOTspotify). Get more info about Chadwick Stokes and The Horse Comanche at: www.chadwickstokes.com
Video directed by Alex H. Fischer and choreographed by Leslie Guyton.
Lyrics:
Johnny was a chameleon when it was predominantly shrapnel, shrapnel from the chapel of the Katman
Johnny kiss the groom and go join the killing while Britain is watching her Watson
Headed down to Tianamon but had tarry enough time, shoulda listened to the world turn
Told me that the cheaters are watching scratch ticket Jesus insulting the sultan
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned, like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines
We gon’ take back this town if it takes us all, hey kid you look you could be found
But for the moment we are the fault line
I mind that our time is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It’s our lives, our fight til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
In the United States of discrimination the schools feed into the prison
The corporations are more powerful than the government
Give the teachers a banker’s salary and see how that goes
See if we farm our land again, Kilanmanjaro it snows
You sleep in your Egyptian linen 500 count thread what’s the count on the dead
We are the eye of the needle, we fixing to mend this quilt of lies that’s ripped up on our bed
We coming in quick and we got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head
We got an offer to lessen the lesson learned, like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines
We gon’ take back this town if it takes us all, hey kid you look you could be found
But for the moment we are the fault line
I mind that our time is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It’s our lives, our fight til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
Ay, I lost my religion along with my innocence
Our lives our time til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, done, done, done, done, done, done
Well at least she got her body, and he’s a boy named Sue
The Federales sure ain’t no expert on love, why would we listen to you
Well at least we got our bodies, we all a boy named Sue
And we’ll fight til it’s done, til the borders are run, where there’s gardens not guns, life is anew
It was a fight night and the prize fighter cut like in a knife fight, it was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right, he saw stars like lightbright couldn’t see any sightline, started his skydive from the highlife, like Pele plain highlight, shoulding m’aide to his hayday, in the pell-mell of the melee, his corner was getting a payday needed Thompson from My Lai, turn his guns his own guys, but it wasn’t Maltofs and Mai Thais, just AKs and white lies, tell Mount Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you, not an eye for an eye and I ain’t eyeing the cap on your tooth but then again I ain’t debating and standing in your shoes, I’m just trying to figure out which Golden Rule I should choose, we getting high sided by the tie guys, white color crime pays just look at the bylines, if you believe in anything believe in occupy, cause it’s a richman’s world and we getting off the sidelines
I mind that our time is still marked by the grains of intolerance
It’s our lives, our fight til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done
I might let the gallery down but there are people by the thousands outside – and we are just getting by
I might, might let the gallery down, depending on how many votes did you buy
