"Charmed" lyrics
[?]
Yeah
Ay yo, Donnie call us seven years stretches seventeen
Charges ended though, that only made him a better fiend
He got out without a' ounce on how to make it through
Jus' a month until they found him, now a shade of blue
They wanna lock us in them coal prisons and them [?]
Revolutionary shooters with me, I got Oswald's
Trauma's got us on them painkillers and them tylenol, we're on somethin'
Why you gotta take my dogs from me?
Why you gotta take my dogs?
Why you gotta take my dogs?
All alone until we found each other and then we were ridin' for the cause
Bone into the belly, hell against a felly, we were noddin' on them [?]
It's easier to believe in ghosts, that's until you bump into the fuckin' wall
I do not hate on religion no more, it's all the ruling class left us
Who am I to tell you how to cope? Man I'm jus' tryna be a good leftist
See, my brother died like a butterfly with his wings pulled, wo-oh
My kids come from another father but I love 'em right and will continue
A butter knife is not a [?], you gotta be sure, e-ey
Kept the twenties to it, the number two pens are dependin' on who it was for, e-ey
All that I wanted to do is some art
All the robberies that I did I was armed
Charmed
All the money that I took - I put it in my arms
I'm going to read A DECLARATION OF A STATE OF WAR
This is the first communication from the Weatherman underground
Kids know the lines are drawn revolution is touching all of our lives
Freaks are revolutionaries and revolutionaries are freaks. If you want to find us, this is where we are. In every tribe, commune, dormitory, farmhouse, barracks and townhouse where kids are making love, smoking dope and loading guns—fugitives from American justice are free to go
Within the next fourteen days we will attack a symbol or institution of American injustice
Yeah
Ay yo, Donnie call us seven years stretches seventeen
Charges ended though, that only made him a better fiend
He got out without a' ounce on how to make it through
Jus' a month until they found him, now a shade of blue
They wanna lock us in them coal prisons and them [?]
Revolutionary shooters with me, I got Oswald's
Trauma's got us on them painkillers and them tylenol, we're on somethin'
Why you gotta take my dogs from me?
Why you gotta take my dogs?
Why you gotta take my dogs?
All alone until we found each other and then we were ridin' for the cause
Bone into the belly, hell against a felly, we were noddin' on them [?]
It's easier to believe in ghosts, that's until you bump into the fuckin' wall
I do not hate on religion no more, it's all the ruling class left us
Who am I to tell you how to cope? Man I'm jus' tryna be a good leftist
See, my brother died like a butterfly with his wings pulled, wo-oh
My kids come from another father but I love 'em right and will continue
A butter knife is not a [?], you gotta be sure, e-ey
Kept the twenties to it, the number two pens are dependin' on who it was for, e-ey
All that I wanted to do is some art
All the robberies that I did I was armed
Charmed
All the money that I took - I put it in my arms
I'm going to read A DECLARATION OF A STATE OF WAR
This is the first communication from the Weatherman underground
Kids know the lines are drawn revolution is touching all of our lives
Freaks are revolutionaries and revolutionaries are freaks. If you want to find us, this is where we are. In every tribe, commune, dormitory, farmhouse, barracks and townhouse where kids are making love, smoking dope and loading guns—fugitives from American justice are free to go
Within the next fourteen days we will attack a symbol or institution of American injustice
