And I've got to feel the furthest from the shackles, yeah, if I can, if I can.
Hang on.
What the * was that?
Something happened in the can.
Can you take this mic down?
Gus?
Do you want the bass turned down?
No, this microphone.
Gus?
You see?
Gus?
I hate to tell you, but the electric piano's just blown up.
You're joking.
Nope.
One, two, three.
And I've taken just as much as I can stand, I can stand.
Oh, we've got to free our brothers from the shackles, yeah, if we can, if we can.
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry, oh, she cries.
Every day.
Every day I watch the colonel smile, oh, he smiles.
He's painting ladies riding in from town, in from town.
Oh, I swear one day I'm going to burn the horse to the ground, to the ground.
Slave, slave.
To fight the violence we must.
Be brave.
Hold on strong to the love God gave.
Slave.
There's a rumor of a war that's yet to come, yet to come.
They may free our families, free our families and our sons and our sons.
They may lay green lands to barren waste.
All the waste, all the waste
Oh, the price of release
Is a bit of blow to face
All the face
Slave, slave
To fight the violence
We must be brave
Hold on strong to the love
That gave
Slave
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Slave, oh slave
To fight the violence
We must be brave
Hold on strong to the love
That gave
Slave, slave
To fight the violence
We must be brave
Hold on strong to the love
That gave
Slave, slave
Slave
To fight the violence
We must be brave
Hold on strong to the love