Can't Get Away (From His Face)

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A NOT song about the FUN we're going through!

Submitted: April 04, 2017

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Iron Maiden; 'Run To The Hills'

 

White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes killed our creed
He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children are cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives


 

NOT Iron Maiden:

 

Slope-head came to power quick,

He fought the world, acting such a dick

but quite a few fell in line

Now comes the fast painful decline


 

We fought him hard, we fought him well,

and his response? 'Y'all can go to Hell!'

We've had to listen to his unhinged screams,

Oh, will he ever just leave us be?


 

Surf through the channels, can't get away

His smug, leering face everywhere

Screaming his bullshit, no regard for truth,

He will not leave, it just isn't fair

Lying is reason, lies are now fact,

and now democracy's under attack


 

Can't get away, from his face

Can't get away, no class or grace


 

Demon red in our barren waste,

destroyed constitution's his game

club's our institutions and reaming us all,

and then deftly shifting the blame

Making us doubt things we've always thought true,

Burn down the house, before he is through


 

Cant get away, from his face

 

 

Fake yellow hair and a 2 cent brain,

make up what passes for smarts

Destroys constitution, and laughs at us all

punches us right in the heart

Selling us bullshit on slices of bread,

and calls it a sandwich, I'm filled with dread

 

Can't get away, from his face, no class or grace

 


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