Burn for a thousand eons Shot from exploding fire Ride through a lifeless vacuum Born at the dawn of time Union with nature Follow random paths Rising
I dreamed I was the president of these United States I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law,
the fuck I did! Aight! Arf, Arf. What! [DMX] The industry; man its not the same The industry; its not a fucking game The industry; real niggaz is dying
of only whenever you get lonely I got more than years to give away I've been dying to start living, you're just living to be dying We can't seem to
I have just arrived from Lawrence, Massachusetts where, eight weeks ago, the workers there went on strike. They are starving, their children are dying
now wonder And now you say you wanna be set free? And wanna set me free? Well, I'm told that can only come from A union with the One who never dies
You People Lead vocals - Jimmy/Patricia Where there is hatred, they sow love Where there is injury, they sow pardon Where there is friction, they sow union
puzzle the apostles till the end. Enter into the silence, into the dying life of America, The brave, the slave, the grave. The shattered pigs dying as
the pit of hell Down you go and paid you well You dirty blackleg miner So join the union while you may Don't wait till your dying day For that may not
and me Scores of suits in control of the diplomatic-ness While the nations of the world look on and can't care less The Soviet Union won't agree to
more, to find nothingness, the true existence of All. Alike my Goddess, one with pain and sorrow, one with joy and ardour, hands joined in a union of
ruins I've lived among the ruins, walked among the dead Loved among the wreckage beneath a flag of red Communion of blood so bitter the cup, a union
ruins I've lived among the ruins walked among the dead loved among the wreckage beneath a flag of red communion of blood so bitter the cup a union
water front as he did all the days in his 44 years as longs as the ships made it in stands for a cause stands for a union for another day is gone a dying
around the bend He's headed for a different kind of thunder? And the stunned surprise in the eyes of dying men Gone to Shiloh for the Union? Shoulder
to work, With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt, There goes the blackleg miner. So join the union while you may, Don't wait 'til your dying day For
set to embark On a three day fast and a five mile march For a man's been shot on the picket line Sixty years of strength was young for dying His family
kill Just so they can implement their corrupt systems will The vultures are circling and ready to pick The bones of the weak the dying and sick The bones of the union