Oh, the dream it was born in the summer of love And it died with the Woodstock Nation But what has it left for the carpenter's son And the new coming generation
behind the lines They had forgotten all the soldiers The brandy put them way behind the times Insanity has found its way to TV screens Vision seems impossible to me They fight {they fight
They decorated all the generals Who fought the war behind the lines They had forgotten all the soldiers The brandy puts them way behind the times Insanity
it was not a castle fair but I could dream of future there Build my castle to the yellow jackets drone I could orbit round the sun fight with General
We signed up in San Antone my brother Paul and me To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven
The mind of my brother to Vietnam Now there's a banker who says I must give up my land There are four generations of blood in this topsoil Four generations
your struggles won't be forgotten Even in these rotten days they can't be denied that Dices are thrown kids, are born into greed Another land bleeds, people in need, generals
remains Sniper lets the bullet fly, in the distance someone die The town becomes an empty shell, come and spend a day in hell Forgotten what we're fighting
, rosemary and thyme (General order their soldiers to kill) And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
We signed up in San Antone, my brother Paul and me To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven
hear us but you won't come near us now it's all got serious (i don't believe that it's right) we thought you'd do your best for future generations but
on You slither out from under a rock and then present yourself for something you not But brother you jock Try true hip hop Preston forgot Swing it on the first fight
rotten from top to bottom the devil comes down yeah frequently to go soul shopping What we know we have forgotten it takes a second to kill what it took a generation
s a great utopia Living in euphoria No one found it so far - it's still bizarre Astoria - Astoria - Astoria Fight - go - generation Way back to this
she see herself in a casket in dreams These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot
of dreamers, forgotten souls Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals Maybe we will learn what's written in the sand A thousand generations living