Little Fists Lyrics
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Well, well it's closing time
It's Christmas
And your county calls for you
What would Jesus do?
Reads the billboards driving south from Baltimore
Think we'd gone to war
The army trucks are are in the passing lane
We're asking the rules to change
We're asking the rules to change
We're asking the rules to change
Oh, in a field of grain
Liberty stands with an open hand
Outside of Birmingham
Blues man on the corner shares the news
Sings, "we cannot lose!"
The beggars on the street, they disagree
They're asking the man to change
They're asking the man to change
They're asking the man to change
Well
Painter's hands are chained
Poets tongue is tied
The wizards all have died
You must choose your side
Politicians pick the pleasure and the pain
In the pouring rain
You clench your
Little fists against the world
You're screaming
You're asking the leaves to change
You're asking the leaves to change
You're asking the leaves to change
It's Christmas
And your county calls for you
What would Jesus do?
Reads the billboards driving south from Baltimore
Think we'd gone to war
The army trucks are are in the passing lane
We're asking the rules to change
We're asking the rules to change
We're asking the rules to change
Oh, in a field of grain
Liberty stands with an open hand
Outside of Birmingham
Blues man on the corner shares the news
Sings, "we cannot lose!"
The beggars on the street, they disagree
They're asking the man to change
They're asking the man to change
They're asking the man to change
Well
Painter's hands are chained
Poets tongue is tied
The wizards all have died
You must choose your side
Politicians pick the pleasure and the pain
In the pouring rain
You clench your
Little fists against the world
You're screaming
You're asking the leaves to change
You're asking the leaves to change
You're asking the leaves to change