Living Colour - Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution [Live] Lyrics
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Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution [Live]
Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution [Live] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution [Live] By Living Colour?
Don't you know they're talkin' about a revolution, it sounds like a whisper
Don't you know they're talkin' about a revolution, it sounds like a whisper While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting around waiting for a promotion Don't you know they're talkin' about a revolution, it sounds like a whisper Poor people gonna rise up and get their share Poor people gonna rise up and take what's theirs Don't you know you better run run run run run run run run run run run run I said you better run run run run run run run run run run run run 'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn, talkin' 'bout a revolution Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn, talkin' 'bout a revolution Oh no, talkin' 'bout a revolution Oh, I been standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting around waiting for a promotion Don't you know they're talkin' about a revolution, it sounds like a whisper And finally the tables are starting to turn, talkin' 'bout a revolution Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn, talkin' 'bout a revolution |
Who Wrote Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution [Live] By Living Colour?
Tracy L Chapman
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