leve Que je ne suis plus des votres Et quand j'oublie ce que je crois Ils me redonnent la foi Alors j'entends, j'entends J'entends la voix des sages
se leve Que je ne suis plus des votres Et quand j'oublie ce que je crois Ils me redonnent la foi Alors j'entends, j'entends J'entends la voix des sages
I heard this girl one day She had these long, tight legs She said, "I get it every night? And he calls me every day He'll leave you black and blue He
see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter what sage
like Now or Laters After a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR [Bahamadia] Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages
think that I'm a teacher But I am a sage Hesta Prynn be graspin at straws Northern State, we writin' the laws I'm tired of all the 'what's it all' voices
your face now its tough to forget what she told you to say because it just unfolds on the back of your mind All day, all day Like silver sage is slowly
names suspicious to an inquiring sage Were repudiated from words in long past times, When mastering your power was a prohibited science. Kolkhidian and Egyptian sages
to cry for us all You weren't no sage But your sense of outrage Sounded like a trumpet call Fifteen years ago In the old folky show You were just one voice
