Sons & Daughters The Neville Brothers Young man on his way home from the market Just enjoying the beautiful afternoon It gets kinda dark, sun just set There's these other young men Standing on the corner Nothing to do Just hanging around The're passin' out the weapons to each other Brass knuckles, pipes, chains, half a bricks Broken bottles, switch blades Young man lands in jail For some crime he did not commit 352 years hard labor in Angola Prison 352 years and hard labor Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton That's where he lies the ropes And pays with his soul For some crime he did not commit We think we're save at home With our bomber stickers Saying: just say no We give up a few freedoms here and there In the name of a squeaky clean America Now they have got us hypnotized and hysterical Now they have got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice Now they have got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice They show us the faces of hatred Over and over, a new one every week Could be Manuel Noriega Could be Ayattollah Any old scapegoat'll do The young men will be our sacrificial lamb Pro choice no choice We are sending our sons and daughters To this slaughter Pro choice no choice Slogans mean nothing to a young man Facing 352 years hard labor in Angola For a crime he did not commit It's freedom of speech As long as you don't say to much You can't stop running waters You can't kill the fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood Don't forsake our sons and daughters It's freedom of speech As long as you don't say to much I think we're all running Thinking that we can't hide I think we're running Trying to get away But sooner or later we gonna realize We gonna meet up with the truth Face to face   alles-uke.de