I live in an eggshell - not as strong as it seems I protect myself from the world - I don't fit in this scheme my home is unstable the walls are wearing
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don't we? We all know that people are the same where
You were born with a face that would let you get your way you know you're much too fine and free, Ivory Yeah you had everything you wanted child, that
It ain't fair John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead I
Woman is the Nigger of the world Yes she is: Think about it. Woman is the Nigger of the world Think about it, do something about it. We make her paint
Sister there's a wind that never dies Sister we're breathing together Sister our love and hopes Forever keep on moving Oh so slowly in the world {Chorus
Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the Free Derry air Is there anyone amongst you
Find a piece of happiness, on a rainy day These higher are ablaze Could we ever stop the bid on earth Built it up inside nowhere left to hide Memories
Rising he who was subdued committing acts of protest their speech of lave is misconstrued he will put it to the test Rejecting rule that's obsolete their
For every minute that goes by There's an unanswered question with no reasons why There's an eagle perchin' in a dying tree With one eye on you, with one
i live in an eggshell sometimes, if i'm careful, i can make a pinpoint through the shell and see the light. i'm too big to fit through the hole, though
What do you say, you're having doubts? Your candle's burned and long been out What do you say? What do you mean, you can't go on? You've had your love
No need to be here No card to clock in And I can swear somebody's watching where I go and where I've been Brother I can see Moses and all the things
Pull yourself together Before you set yourself apart Make every door you walk through A living work of art For Heaven?s Sake For heaven?s sake there
She checks her pulse, gotta know if her heart's still beating And the hospital's, not far if anything should happen here She's bored in a week, big
You disappear with all your good intentions And all I am is all I could not mention Like who will bring me flowers when it's over And who will give me
White lines that never fade Burn deep with everyday And I need to know You live here in a photograph No sound and no regrets And I need to know Heart
