I met him at a protest
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Dolled up in his finest finery
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A Malcolm X t-shirt
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And a tambourine
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To love him, it was hopeless
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The cannons fell and shook the barricade
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We came in at the corners
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I can hear him say
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Eatin' that burger
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Pass the kitchen condiments
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Eatin' that murder
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Don't let a hot sauce hit the spot
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Eatin' that torture
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Don't you let your conscience harm you?
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Eye for that mother
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Who can't see you suffer
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And one for all and all for another
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
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A long October under the sun
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
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Change comes for the better
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(If you want it)
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Our change will come
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Hey, you
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Eatin' that burger
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All you, all Americans
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Eatin' that murder
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Give the chef my compliments
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Eatin' that torture
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Yeah, you show such understandin'
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Eye for that mother
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Can't see you suffer
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And one for all and all for another
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
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A long October under the sun
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(Pourin' rain, pourin' rain)
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Change comes for the better
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If you want it
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Our change will come
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Eatin' that burger
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Pass the kitchen condiments
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Eatin' that murder
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Don't let a hot sauce hit the spot
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Eatin' that torture
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Won't you let your conscience warn you?
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Eye for that mother
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You can't see suffer
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Unknown Reggae
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| Nellie McKay |
