Jagged jigsaw pieces Tossed about the room I saw my grandma sweeping With her old straw broom But she didn't what she was doing She could hardly understand
It's a sign of the ages Markings on my mind Men at the crossroads At odds with an angry scab There can be no salvation There can be no rest Until all
's dead...but he can't be buried, They said he's dead...but he can't be buried, Come on, come on,come on,come on this can't be real. Did you hear what
Here I am, after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter
revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, WILL not be televised,WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will