Letra de Turning Hegel On His Head
There is nothing to hold you down You picked the fruits and wore the crown Dust on the soil will fool the birds But even they will return Hand me the gun, Silence the word Since the sun Will stay on your terms Nothing here will keep me down Unless you will go underground So mocking-bird, mark my name Don't let me go and I won't do the same The sun is gone And my vision proved wrong Thousand words will spew the world And manifest the murderer Seek your seeds, kith nor kin Will your remedy be sovereign? And will you stay, mockingbird? And if my tongue would run away? And if the sky is compromise? And if my words are venomous? The sun is gone It's time to do wrong Nothing here will keep us down And all the birds went underground Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head Turning Hegel on his head