Hey, everybody won't you lend me your ear
There's something to fear, it's here, and that's clear
Men gettin' rich off rapin' the land
I can't understand why we don't take them in hand.
Oh Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
I don't want to be their fool no more
Open eyes, but you're sleepin'
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in
'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in.
Feel that our lives are in the hands of fools
Losin' their cool, it's us that they rule
Too many people sittin' dead on their ass
They ain't got no class, people this time must pass.
Oh Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
Hey ... I don't want to be their fool no more
Open eyes, but you're sleepin'
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in
'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in
Oh ... yeah, tomorrow comes creepin'
Oh ... hear me cryin' 'cause the people like me
That long to be free are not actually
Please everybody won't you hear this song
Help a country that's wrong to someday be strong.
Oh Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
No! Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
Open eyes, but you're sleepin'
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin'
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'…
There's something to fear, it's here, and that's clear
Men gettin' rich off rapin' the land
I can't understand why we don't take them in hand.
Oh Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
I don't want to be their fool no more
Open eyes, but you're sleepin'
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in
'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in.
Feel that our lives are in the hands of fools
Losin' their cool, it's us that they rule
Too many people sittin' dead on their ass
They ain't got no class, people this time must pass.
Oh Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
Hey ... I don't want to be their fool no more
Open eyes, but you're sleepin'
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in
'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in
Oh ... yeah, tomorrow comes creepin'
Oh ... hear me cryin' 'cause the people like me
That long to be free are not actually
Please everybody won't you hear this song
Help a country that's wrong to someday be strong.
Oh Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
No! Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more
Open eyes, but you're sleepin'
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin'
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'
Tomorrow comes creepin'…
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/1/23 - 13:03
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