Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set
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without encountering agents of his state or government.
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But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land,
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brought on by the hollow men,
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who did not understand that for centuries our forefathers have fought
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and often died to keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide,
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and that if in the smallest battles we surrender to the state,
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we enter in a darkness whence we never shall escape.
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Watt Tyler led the people in 1381 to meet the king at Smithfield
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and issue this demand:
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that Winchester's should be the only law across the land,
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the law of old King Alfred's time, of free and honest men.
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Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:
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that governments will only work for their own benefit.
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And I'd rather stand up naked against the elements alone
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than give the hollow men the right to enter in my home.
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When they raise their hands up our lives to possess,
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to know our souls, to drag us down, we'll resist.
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Stand up sons of liberty and fight for what you own.
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Stand up sons of liberty and fight, fight for your homes.
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So if ever a man should ask you for your business, or your name,
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tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same.
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Because a man who'd trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep
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doesn't deserve the both of them, and neither shall he keep.
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Sons Of Liberty
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Frank Turner |