Md. 45

Fight, something's different Hate, something's different Fight, something's different Hate,

From the dust of which I came To dust I return again From my mother I am torn With my brothers off the

All I need's a highway sign to destinate my life Play all night and drive all day, my job and it's my

An old man cuts his face But not because the razor's dull It's from his hands shaking From the

Freedom, justice, power of reason Peace, opportunity, compassion, equal equality These are the things we

Dig in the trash, there's nothing to eat Sores on my tongue, sores on my feet Open the fridge,

New York City, Hollywood, Philadelphia, New Orleans Cincinatti, San Francisco, Detroit City, Albequerque

Locked in battle hardened Deep despair and doubt A gaggle of grenades with All the pins pulled out

Maybe you might have heard But no one spoke a word The day the planet cried The day the music died

Don't wanna talk about it Don't wanna read about it Don't wanna hear about it Don't

Don't wanna talk about it Don't wanna read about it Don't wanna hear about it Don't

MD.45 Chutney (Some Lyrics Are Sung Simultaneously Some Lyrics Are In One Speaker Only, Some Lyrics Are

I'm the demon, you can trust me I'm the demon as you can see I'm the demon, for you are free