Rick Real and The Warmth - George Floyd Rose

Hey, chickadee, what do you see?
It's a clear and present danger
They're tear-gassing kids and splitting their wigs
They robbed Jesus from the manger

Raise our voices to the sky and let them fly away

So you're a terrorist group for just shooting hoops
It's a three-point conversion
And justice for all
Well you got some gall if you try some other version

Raise our voices to the sky and let them fly away

The Children of God will give you the nod
If you just put down your weapon
And walk peaceably back to your seat
That your promises are kept on

Raise our voices to the sky and let them fly away

I can see beauty so it's hard for me
That love is not the answer
But it's never been a question, my friend
If you're a true blue Cosmic Dancer

Raise your voices to the sky and let them fly away

From this puddle of blood that's under our shoes
From this Age of Aquarius that keeps hitting snooze
From this chicken-choking, motherfucking fascism blues
I think it's safe to say we paid our dues

Written by:
Eric Gibbons

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