This morning I woke up in a curfew;
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O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
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Could not recognize the faces standing over me;
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They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh!
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How many rivers do we have to cross,
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Before we can talk to the boss? Eh!
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All that we got, it seems we have lost;
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We must have really paid the cost.
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(That's why we gonna be)
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Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
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(Say we gonna burn and loot)
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Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
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(One more thing)
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Burnin' all pollution tonight;
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(Oh, yeah, yeah)
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Burnin' all illusion tonight.
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Oh, stop them!
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Give me the food and let me grow;
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Let the Roots Man take a blow.
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All them drugs gonna make you slow now;
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It's not the music of the ghetto. Eh!
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight;
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(Who can stop the tears?)
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight;
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(We've been suffering these long, long-a years!)
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
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(Will you say cheer?)
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Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
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(But where?)
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Give me the food and let me grow;
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Let the Roots Man take a blow.
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I must say: all them - all them drugs gonna make you slow;
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It's not the music of the ghetto.
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We gonna be burning and a-looting tonight;
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(To survive, yeah!)
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Burning and a-looting tonight;
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(Save your baby lives)
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Burning all pollution tonight;
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(Pollution, yeah, yeah!)
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Burning all illusion tonight
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(Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!)
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Burning and a-looting tonight;
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Burning and a-looting tonight;
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Burning all pollution tonight. [fadeout]
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Burnin' And Lootin'
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| Tommy Bolin |
