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A Gift Come From The Law

Richard Marot
Lingua: Inglese




Oh, Law, Law!
I can't bless your 'lectric chair
Oh, Law, Law!
I've seen many victims in despair.

Oh, so dear Law!
It's true that you can't persecute
The men who are exactly like you
Instead of cryin' at the dawn,
You can learn to respect our life's gift!

Oh, Law, Law!
Many people are dyin' on the ground
Oh, Law, Law!
Many souls are wonderin' about themselves.
Oh, Law, Law!
I can say I've seen their eternal wound!

A dreadful men who was called the rambler
Saw the saddest darkness of a murder
Instead of beginin' to run
He decided to fight against the killer
And everything began to become so dark.

The old rambler fell down on the ground
The scared killer started his runaway
But the old rambler was not really dead.
When the cops arrived, they saw the rambler
And they decided to damn that old man
Because they couldn't find any other man
So they had not to search any other man.

Oh, Law, Law!
Many people are dyin' on the ground
Oh, Law, Law!
Many souls are wonderin' about themselves.
Oh, Law, Law!
I can say I've seen their eternal wound!

This poor man was only condemned
For his saddest condition
They said he has killed a young lady
A pretty girl who was full of pearls
Of riches, of money and a diamond.

And the only reason of his false murder
It was the sad punishment of Poverty
Fighting against the gift of Wealth.
To be able to become a comfortable soul.
They said something as this ugly lie
However, Poverty is not always a killer
And everything is now becoming too dark.

Oh, Law, Law!
Other ramblers are dyin' on the ground
Oh, Law, Law!
Other souls are wonderin' about themselves.
Oh, Law, Law!
I can say I've seen their eternal wound!

Oh, Law, so dear Law!
You're like a newborn racist Wealth.
Oh, Law, so dear Law! You're not mine!
This is our gift that comes from the Law!



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