waters Toll a bell for the broken hearted Burn a torch for your sons and daughters The endless night has got a hold of me Dark days are pulling me forward And
daughters and sons Your Angel will come And to those with intentions in all three dimensions To jokers and to the joke Doubters and their daughters and sons
And in Argentina... Straight to the circle on Sundays Down through the canyons they come Bearing names of their mothers and daughters Names of their fathers and
captivity captivity Required from us a song Right now man say repatriate repatriate I and I patience have now long time gone Father's mothers sons daughters
And all I see is me but I know thata??s hardly true The T.V. lies to me with green and blue Turn it to black and still and still I can see you Cuz you
On daughters and sons of the land Who're standing here, holding a fistful of dirt Watching it slip through my hands See the fields of sweat and tears
had come and gone for everyone There's factories in the fields where we used to run There's a hard day coming for us daughters and sons Wake up, some
hadn't spoken in a year, He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here." He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw
Where so many cunning sons and daughters Our foremothers and forefathers Came singing through slaughter Came through hell and high water So that we could stand here And
Ya know [Chorus:] What will I do baby, now that you're gone You're gone What will I do baby, not that you're gone (Gone) You're gone (Gone) [Southstar
The missing page where there'll be The sons and daughters I live and die it's hard to take Safe within this higher ground The pleasure and the pain has come and gone
To eradicate and annihilate fit my identity Raised as a fighting machine, to destroy the enemy threat Suddenly and with no sense you came with the bloodshed Sons and daughters
, the room is full and nobody leaves until Until the sun comes out to play, 'til then we blow ourselves away At the markets of Gibraltar, they lock up your sons and daughters
many niggas in jail and the welfare lines And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media starting east and
waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers Lovely little *case*study castaway cutie Masturbating in back of that matinee movie And
that he is safe and well And waiting up for us And there is no love Like fathers have for their sons Boys need fathers, every daughter Every broken
on Fairmount Hill It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair When Boston sons and daughters and friends assemble there The young, the old, the brave, and
Noah They all laughed at him instead Working on his ark, working all by himself Only Noah saw it coming Forty days and forty nights Took his sons and daughters