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Expect the Bayonet
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What Are The Lyrics For Expect the Bayonet By Sheer Mag?
From the sorrow we created
A fragile state of blood and whim Made for rich men in their white skin People bolder than I Stood up to the lie That equality has left! (my, my) But it leaves no doubt in my mind I've been reading the news and you'll surely regret If you don't give us the ballot, expect the bayonet! Well, expect the bayonet! (yeah, yeah) Expect the bayonet! Don't say I didn't warn ya 'Cause for every man high upon the hog There's a dogwood forest buried in the fog How naked is your eye? Do you ever wonder why You're being asked to recompense When it's the last sign of your defence? So you better resolve or you'll surely regret If you don't give us the ballot, expect the bayonet! Well, expect the bayonet! (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When the name came down I covered my ears afraid of the sound But we got the power to take back our nights Give up our silence and give up our time alone We're not on our own! Though violent minds hatch violent plans For many it's the only thing they understand When the dog whistle is ringing It's the currency that they deal in So before the world's been reduced to soot Solidarity for those underfoot And I better remind you or you'll surely regret If you don't give us the ballot, expect the bayonet! Oh well, expect the bayonet! (yeah, yeah) Expect the bayonet! Oh well, expect the bayonet! (yeah, yeah) Expect the bayonet! Oh well, expect the bayonet! (yeah, yeah) Expect the bayonet! |
Who Wrote Expect the Bayonet By Sheer Mag?
Christina Marie Halladay, Hart Seely, Kyle Seely, Matt Palmer
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