The Freewheelin' Troubadour - The White House Bleeds Live

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Live at Filthy McNasties

Ben Baileys Freedom Celebration

14th September 2008

The white house displays a sign that says Beware of the wog,
the philistine inside beats his dog with a golly wog,
trying to blind him with the fog
but the mutt disagrees, he bites and scratches his knees. I was pleased.

Prejudices are embedded at an early age,
With some idle chit chatter or a jokey phrase
Being conditioned to the standard of this so called Great Britain,
and believe me when I tell you its a bit of shitun

could be worse, but I could do with more in my man purse,
pinching every penny just to buy me a hearse
and when I get one, next on my list is a hand gun,
Ill lay in the back and pull back and see black.

Black is better then blue, cause feeling blues a bit poo.
Like hearing everybody lie whilst all the words you speak are true.
Then some military coup, snatches you from your hideaway,
Tryin ta sail you down the river on a permanent holiday.

Laying in the grassy reeds on some lock down whilst the White House bleeds

She sees stigmata on the presidents hand,
all the ministers seem to bare the brand
The chief of news who sells the blues and his right hand mans got the blue prints planned.
This is now unchartered land, and were running out of shepherds,

Everybodys flocking and its shocking, as theres doors to be unlockin,
Instead the kiddies stand on corners mocking, its a joke,
how little boys consume the smoke just to choke
and lay broke on the floor for one toke.

Cough cough, kid bore off, why try and escape yourself
when you dont even know who you are, the ends are not that far
and in my day I would say that I always fought through the fray
sound as a pound to all my brothers underground

I found, if you turn around then youre a little more free,
To wear shackles is no longer how Im choosing be,
If you see what i saw on the see saw,
the roundabout, even, would seem safer than Stephen.

So just try to keep breathing,
and find yourself something good to believe in
and start believing that only you choose what you want to do,
if the skies open up its just their eyes on your prize,
but you cant control what they do, they just try to control you
comprehend and defend, on yourself you depend.

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