BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage Where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful
Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has lost the fatefull
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has loosed the fateful
care about how you keep on dissin' it This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic This is the sound of the Raised Fist Republic Whispering about this
Existe un pais en los tropicos donde el sol es un sol de verdad y a la sombra de bosques exoticos imaginate lo bien que se esta. Los locos que el
They call it a wasteland, auslander plates You know its armor was human Drove stakes into the main camps Eye sockets sank to the back of his head again
Banana Republic, Septic Isle Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, sounds like cryin' Everywhere I go, yeah everywhere I see The black and blue uniforms, Police
I hope, I plead, this reaches someone soon Before this head becomes nobody much later I see real as an aging face with lines of time put right in place
My world is firmly compressed Into the pocket of your front breast We pass over cities and towns Collapsed in hopes that people find amusement Amongst
Did anyone see those two birds colliding in mid air? The cause of it a need to fit And all this is a conch call for remembrance And all this is a conch
Remember that night We liked to play old board games Him into trouble and you into risk Thank God for gravity, he replied To a question she never asked
Where you'll be, I'll be from In a while, it will rain up, back into clouds Where it first plotted its escape We will take this time to strip down to
Crowds of people are invading my mind Even in my sleep Why don?t they go away? My reign ended a while back, a while back Oh, my reign ended a while back
Bless you all who made laughter Labs creation in head Thanks to those who wrote novel Efflorescence from the dead Troubled is creator Whose mind is always
