Sitting here in a New York town
Some pretty little ladies hanging around
They asked me to play them a song or two
Picked up my box, played the talking blues
Gonna play and talk awhile
See if they like it
Talking blues is a simple thing
You do mostly talking and you never do sing
Talk about whatever is on your mind
Let your heart do the talking from time to time
I like talking about the government
They don't like it when you talk about them though
F*ckin' Fascist Bastards
They'll lie and cheat and rob and steal
They'll take your car and leave the wheels
They'll eat your food, kill your wife
They'll take your children, send them all to fight
Out in the desert
Out in some damn fool's war that don't even make no sense
And they're still trying to tell you something about freedom
The other day a Girl Scout come to my door
Trying to sell me things that I can't afford
Because the tax man come to take my gold
He said he'd be back later to collect my soul
I said good luck
Old Satan's been barking up that tree for damn near 34 years now
And he ain't got it yet
It's the land of the free and the home of the brave
At least that's what them old songs say
If you ain't got no money, you can't be free
You'll be a slave just like me
You can't ever get nowhere
Because you're too busy paying for where you've bee
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Sitting here in a New York town
Some pretty little ladies hanging around
They asked me to play them a song or two
Picked up my box, played the talking blues
Gonna play and talk awhile
See if they like it
Talking blues is a simple thing
You do mostly talking and you never do sing
Talk about whatever is on your mind
Let your heart do the talking from time to time
I like talking about the government
They don't like it when you talk about them though
F*ckin' Fascist Bastards
They'll lie and cheat and rob and steal
They'll take your car and leave the wheels
They'll eat your food, kill your wife
They'll take your children, send them all to fight
Out in the desert
Out in some damn fool's war that don't even make no sense
And they're still trying to tell you something about freedom
The other day a Girl Scout come to my door
Trying to sell me things that I can't afford
Because the tax man come to take my gold
He said he'd be back later to collect my soul
I said good luck
Old Satan's been barking up that tree for damn near 34 years now
And he ain't got it yet
It's the land of the free and the home of the brave
At least that's what them old songs say
If you ain't got no money, you can't be free
You'll be a slave just like me
You can't ever get nowhere
Because you're too busy paying for where you've bee
Some pretty little ladies hanging around
They asked me to play them a song or two
Picked up my box, played the talking blues
Gonna play and talk awhile
See if they like it
Talking blues is a simple thing
You do mostly talking and you never do sing
Talk about whatever is on your mind
Let your heart do the talking from time to time
I like talking about the government
They don't like it when you talk about them though
F*ckin' Fascist Bastards
They'll lie and cheat and rob and steal
They'll take your car and leave the wheels
They'll eat your food, kill your wife
They'll take your children, send them all to fight
Out in the desert
Out in some damn fool's war that don't even make no sense
And they're still trying to tell you something about freedom
The other day a Girl Scout come to my door
Trying to sell me things that I can't afford
Because the tax man come to take my gold
He said he'd be back later to collect my soul
I said good luck
Old Satan's been barking up that tree for damn near 34 years now
And he ain't got it yet
It's the land of the free and the home of the brave
At least that's what them old songs say
If you ain't got no money, you can't be free
You'll be a slave just like me
You can't ever get nowhere
Because you're too busy paying for where you've bee
Writer: Zachary King
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