HARRY CHAPIN lyrics - Last Protest Singer

Basic Protest Song

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CHORUS: So your 13 and there's a silent scream out there, And you can hear it. Just your basic protest song. Now your 16 and there's a danger in the air, And you can see it. Just your basic protest song. Turnin' 20 and it's around you everywhere, And you can feel it. Just your basic protest song. Now your 30 and it's to late now to care, And you can taste it. Just your basic protest song Well, I just turned 13 don't know what I wanna be, I don't have much experience but I'll tell you what I see. When I hear the record sing and baby, baby I love you, It seems to me we all got so much lovin left to do. And at 16 I don't know to much but I'll tell you what I do know, If you do not give a damn I'll tell you where to go. There is something truly crazy with our patriotic song, We know to wave the flag round the week begins a strong. CHORUS Oh now that I am 20 got my first full time job, My boss, upstanding citizen, finds legal ways to rob. They say forget what you believe forget what you have seen, But I know I lost the best of me when I forgot my dreams. I'm passin' on through 30 got two kids of my own, Got a wife, house, a car, and dog but still I am alone. And I'm tired of only selling cause it's myself that I sell, I'm glad of always buying cause I can't buy it ourselves. I know none of us is perfect I can see myself to well, If we can't push for paradise we're settled in for hell. CHORUS

The Man's Too Strong

DIRE STRAITS "Brothers In Arms"
I'm just an ageing drummer boy And in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune To many a torture session Now they say I am a war criminal And I'm fading away Father please hear my confession I have legalised robbery Called it belief I have run with the money And hid like a thief I have rewritten history With my armies and my crooks Invented memories I did burn all the books And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong Well I have tried to be meek And I have tried to be mild But I spat like a woman And sulked like a child I have lived behind walls That have made me alone Striven for peace Which I never have known And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong Well the sun rose on the courtyard And they all did hear him say 'You always were a Judas But I got you anyway You may have got your silver But I swear upon my life Your sister gave me diamondsw And I gave them to your wife' Oh Father please help me For I have done wrong The man's too big The man's too strong

I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing

LEA SALONGA "Little Ms.Lea Salonga: Tomorrow"
(R. Cook/R. Greenway/B. Backer/B. Davis) I'd like to build the world a home And furnish it with love Grow apple trees and honey bees And snow-white turtle doves Chorus: I'd like to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony I'd like to hold it in my arms And keep it company (That's the song I hear) I'd like to see the world for once (Let the world sing today) All standing hand in hand And hear them echo through the hills For peace throughout the land That's the song I hear (That's the song I hear) Let the world sing today (Let the whole wide world keep singing) A song of peace that echoes on And never goes away (Repeat 1st stanza and Chorus) Put your hand in my hand Let's begin today Put your hand in my hand Help me find a way (Repeat Chorus til fade)

Where Country Is

Lee Kernaghan
He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub His swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat This old man was country, he left no doubt of that Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track And the camels carting wool in the early days outback He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the night Tryin' to ring the mob cause lightnin's quick to fright CHORUS He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson And the songs that he sang were all his Every song told a story and the more that I listened The more I realised this is where the country is Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame And I wondered if the battler would ever be again His pride for his country rang true in every song And I wondered if the chips were down if I would be as strong CHORUS

Far From Me

JOHN PRINE "John Prine"
As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the hit parade And I hummed a long with the tune She asked me to change the station Said the song just drove her insane But it weren't just the music playing It was me that she was trying to blame. Chorus: And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt And Cathy was closing the lights A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew And I wished for once I weren't right Why we used to laugh together And we'd dance to any old song. Well, ya know, she still laughs with me But she waits just a second to long. Repeat Chorus: Well, I started the engine and I gave it some gas And Cathy was closing her purse Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat old car And I was prepared for the worst. Will you still see me tomorrow? No, I got too much to do. Well, a question ain't really a question If you know the answer too. Repeat Chorus:

WTF Collective 2

JON LAJOIE "I Kill People"
MC Confusing back in this bitch With a parking sandwich and a chicken ticket I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with fake spit And you don't understand it, 'cause you're not supposed to Like a candy cane snake in a jealous cartoon And I'm gonna leave soon, but first I need to Drink a Chevy chase face and rape Robocop 2 Yo, I'm MC Historical Inaccuracy I drop lyrical bombs like Hiroshima in '73 I write rhymes like Shakespeare when he wrote Ann Frank's Diary Which is about the civil war of 1812 in Germany I'm like the Spanish inquisition when they killed Jesus And Abe Lincoln's suicide was the theme for my thesis Like Moses when I focus I can split the Red sea Like he did in 1950 with the Chinese army I'm MC Don't Know How to Pluralize Word I got so many rhyme and I sleep with all the girl When there's more than one of something you're supposed to pluralize But I never learned that through all the year I've been alive Hello, I'm MC Canadian Stereotype I'm about to get started, so let me get off the ice But I don't want any trouble, and I am always polite Now let's hop on my snowmobile, and I will tell you what I like But first I'll turn of curling and turn down Avril Lavigne Et j'vais dire une phrase en francais, parce qu'ici on est bilingue Oh boy, I fell of my igloo and I hurt my knee Let's go to the hospital, don't worry, here in Canada it's free, eh MC Fatigue, did you miss me I'll be awake for five minutes, 'cause I had a coffee I'll try to get through my verse, but I really don't know I drank that coffee about five minutes ago (snoring) They hired me again to sing this motherfucking chorus I haven't found a fucking job yet so I gotta do this bullshit (I can't take it, I'm done) I don't think I can sing another fucking chorus I think I'm gonna jump off a bridge, or shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees 15 miles per hour is their average speed A queen can lay up to 3000 eggs in a day Just because I know a lot about bees doesn't mean that I'm gay I'm also MC In the Closet Homosexual I hide it 'cause it's easier to be heterosexual We can't even get married in most states here in America It's fucked up Gay marriage is legal here, in Canada I'm MC Homophobic Fucking Asshole Being gay is evil and it is unnatural Jesus said to love thy neighbour, but only if they are straight Penises go in vaginas, anything else is just insane I'm MC Extremely Inappropriate Rhymes I shake things up like J-fox when I get on the mic And I drop my enemies just like Christopher Reeves' horse Then I put them to sleep, like Heath Ledger of course (woah) I'm MC Extremely Politically Correct I disagree with the previous MC's lyrical content It's offensive, insensitive and in very bad taste Just like that guy who wrote that song when Michael Jackson passed away Yo, MC Final Verse here to end this song One was enough, we didn't need a sequel Jon Make a fourth Show Me Your Genitals or another Normal Guy But for now let's end this stupid song with a suicide This is the last time that I will ever sing a chorus My dad's gun was in his closet and I'm gonna end this bullshit (I had a good run) I'm gonna pull the trigger as soon as I finished the chorus Sayonara and farewell, I guess I'll see you all in hell (Four, three, two, one)

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