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This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Straight waters This land was made for you and me As I was walking that river north highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me I've roamed and rambled I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Straight waters This land was made for you and me This land was made for you and me

Cryin' babies on the doorstep, Helpless as can be, Lady of the evening, Set your mind free. Grown up in a ghetto, Never seen a tree, oh... If you don't understand The words to this song It's on you, It's on me If you don't understand The words to this song It's on you, It's on me, yeah If you try to make it better, Try to pull it in You take it from your pocket, You'll take it from within, yeah You'll take it from your pride, y'all, You're right back where you been, yeah. It's sort of like a seesaw Up and down again. The key is in vacation? If you don't understand The words to this song, It's on you, It's on me If you don't understand, Don't get me wrong, It's on you, It's on me, yeah. (Sax solo) If you don't understand The words to this song, It's on me, It's on you, yeah. If you don't understand, Don't get me wrong, It's on you It's all about you and me, ya'll (A second sax solo) Cryin' babies On the doorstep Grown up in a ghetto, Never seen a tree If you don't understand The words to this song, It's on me, It's on you If you don't understand, Don't get me wrong, It's on me, It's on you

Esta es la casa, este es el cerro Esta es la historia, es algo chiquitito This is the house, this is the hill This is the story it's a little thing A lock of hair, an invisible smoke trail This is your shadow Everything changes This is your picture, it's in black and white This is the family having a party There's a crack in the ceiling and there's an open door Nothing there but the dust and the rust Everything changes Esta es la casa Esta es la historia Es algo chiquitito Gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone This is the house, this is the hill This is the story it's a little thing A lock of hair, an invisible smoke trail Nothing there but the dust and the rust Everything changes Todo cambia This is the house

I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel Time on his hands freezing all those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England Never gonna cry no more Black shadow of the vincent Falls on a triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows Ice from a dying creed I see no glory When will we be free This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail Hey, British boots go kick Bengali in the head Police sit watchin' The newspapers bein' read All death to protests And after the attacker fled Out come the batons and The biggest one said This is England The land of illegal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is England

Interrupting all programmes This is radio clash from pirate satellite Orbiting your living room, cashing in the bill of rights Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This sound does not subscribe to the international plan In the psycho shadow of the white right hand Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm This is radio clash tearing up the seven veils This is radio clash please save us, not the whales This is radio clash underneath a mushroom cloud This is radio clash, you don't need that funeral shroud (Why play?) Forces have been looting, my humanity Curfews have been curbing the end of liberty Hands of law have sorted through my identity But now this sound is brave and wants to be free, anyway to be free This is radio clash on pirate satellite This is not free Europe Nor an armed force network This is radio clash using audio ammunition This is radio clash can we get that world to listen This is radio clash using aural ammunition This is radio clash can we get that world to listen? This is radio clash on pirate satellite (This is radio clash) Orbiting your living room cashing in the bill of rights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This is radio clash everybody hold on tight (This is radio clash) A-riggy diggy dig dang, dang (This is radio clash) Go back to urban 'Nam