It doesn’t matter the crime, they just make up the time. They like to watch you stand in line and suffer on your way to Paradise. The Judge is just like the Preacher, they both think other men are lesser creatures to be sent to Paradise. Well I’m not a bad man, yes I’m as innocent as the next man, well I do what I can ‘cos I’m a family man. The government said, you’ll be dead if you steal bread again, but when I took them up on their offer well they sent me off to transportation to Paradise. Oh the winds are howling, oh the waves are rolling, oh and in my dreams oh I hear the devil scream, welcome to Paradise. Well what did you think would happen when everything was owned by you? That we’d steal away and leave the world fresh and new for the select few? No we’ll steal and fight and break and take and make our own existence, I’d rather stake my life than take my chances with your system. Fuck your paradise. You say everybody be created equal, I say you don’t live the life of the people. You say build a new life for yourself but I work to death and only you acquire wealth. You say boundless plains but if you don’t share part of the gain then this isn’t a game it’s a pyramid system, where you stole all the land that you took from our brothers and sisters, our friends had no chance to defend from the gun and the germ and the steel and the stern. So yes I’ll steal your meat it’s worth the heat to see my family feed, but busted in the dead of night you sent men out to beat me and mine. Well I’m worth more than your right hand man, I’ll stand defend me and my son and as madness falls there’s only the red and the fist, this is not justice. Just this desperate place and your desperate plans to break every last man women and child. So taken from yet another home and sentenced alone, judged like so many you judge with no knowledge of life, no question whose story you’ll heed than those of the right creed. Fifteen more years in a cell, half my life in hell, before released to the street too old to defeat, too old for the drum and the beat and the meat. This land is for the quick of foot, the strong of arm and leg and mind, the young the brave who won’t be afraid to fight and lie to live and die free. And all that’s left for me [all that's left for me repeats about 5 times] is Paradise.
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