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In the Beginning...
There was a fish...
Who rose to great power...
To establish the Fishtatorship of the Proletariat
And his name was
JOEFISH STALIN
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Findin' Home
03:20
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You are the autumn air I breathe
You are everything to me
When I'm all alone you bring me back where I'm supposed to be
When I'm not sure what I'm doing when I'm not sure where I'm going
I just know I'll find my way back to you
Well I miss you like I miss the sun on a cloudy afternoon
You're doin' what you have to do but are you havin' fun
But when are you coming home
Or are you already there
I had a feelin' it would be
I had a feelin' it was just meant to be
Well I just wish I was part of the process just like I'd always been
Well I know I'll see you again
You are the autumn air I breathe
You are everything to me
When I'm all alone you bring me back where I'm supposed to be
When I'm not sure what I'm doing when I'm not sure where I'm going
I just know I'll find my way back to you
Well I can't say I didn't see it comin'
You quit your job packed your bags headed on runnin'
down the highway
To feel better farther away
I had a feelin it was meant to be
And I had a feelin that it was meant be
Well I just wish I was part of the process just like I'd always been
Well I know I'll see you again
You are the autumn air I breathe
You are everything to me
When I'm all alone you bring me back where I'm supposed to be
When I'm not sure what I'm doing when I'm not sure where I'm going
I just know I'll find my way back to you
Cause I know you'll be fine at home
And I know you will never be alone
And I know you will be fine at home
And I know you will never be alone
You are the autumn air I breathe
You are everything to me
When I'm all alone you bring me back where I'm supposed to be
When I'm not sure what I'm doing when I'm not sure where I'm going
I just know I'll find my way back to you
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John Brown's body lies a molderin' in the grave
While we weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save
And though he lost his life in the struggle to free the slave
His truth still marches on
Reading through my American History, it's pretty easy to spot and see
Some Americans used to be cool now we all suck
We shot McKinley through the Brain
Stormed Harper's Ferry to arm the slaves and
I got a hunch your great grandpa was cool with killing nazis
So no America never really was that great
But at least we used to have the guts to point that shit out yester-fuckin-day
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
John Brown ain't marchin' today
So the struggle carried on as unions began to grow
From Pullman to Haymarket the name of labor They'd soon know
For if you deprive us of necessities then riot we will go
As the struggle carries on
The US Government used to fear commies
Now they think that we're a fucking joke
Cause we gave up on ideology gave up on ending poverty
We used to go on strike to fight the state and
Go on strike to demand our pay now
You're lucky to get two of us in a room
So no America never really was that great
But at least we used to have the guts to point that shit out yester-fuckin-day
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
John Brown ain't marchin' today
So Stonewall and the Mattachines struck cops with bricks of clay
Making agents of oppression fear the wrath of angry gays
So we'll scratch and fight resist arrest till we've fought for better days
As we struggle to carry on
Don't wanna hear about Stonewall anymore
I wanna hear about the riot of 2019
Where we show those bastard cops that we're ready to take arms for equality
Fight the corporations that hold our leash and march
every June through the riot police now
I tire of repeating myself so I'll move on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
John Brown ain't marchin' today
Bombed the Pentagon and Capitol with their weathermen so few
To end the Imperial disgrace began in 1492
And though they were to lose their lives in Greenwich Village too soon
The Weatherman Carried on
Tell me wheres your proletarian army
When can we stop the world's people from starving
With Carbon companies advancing
Our revolution can't wait 10 years anymore
So Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
John Brown ain't marchin' today
Cause his struggle is never complete
Till every prisoners out of chains and every workers on her feet
And the struggle carries on
As we struggle to carry on
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