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Word Game

Stephen Stills1971年6月30日

Word Game 歌詞

Word Game (LP版) - Stephen Stills

Would you knock a man down if you don't like

The cut of his clothes

Could you put a man away

If you don't want to hear what he knows

Well it's happening right here people dying of fear

By the droves

And I know most of you

Either don't believe it's true

Or else you don't know what to do

Or maybe I'm singing about you

Who knows

It's incredibly sick you can feel it as across

The land it flows

Prejudice is slick when it's a word game it festers and grows

Move along quick it furthers one to have somewhere to go

You can feel it as it's rumblin'

Let emotions keep a tumblin'

Then as cities start to crumblin'

Mostly empty bellies grumblin'

Here we go

People see somebody different fear is the first reaction shown

Then they think they've got him licked

The barbaric hunt begins

And they move in slow

A human spirit is devoured

The remains left to carrion crow

I was told that life is change

And yet history remains

Does it always stay the same

Do we shrug it off and say

Only God knows

By and by somebody usually goes

Down to the ghetto

Try and help but they don't know why folks treat them cold

And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us

Just keep getting old

You see one must have a mission

In order to be a good Christian

If you don't you will be missing

High Mass

Or the evening show

And the well fed masters reap

The harvests of the polluted seeds

They've sown

Smug and self righteous they b**ch about people they owe

And you can't prove them wrong

They're so God d**n sure they know

I have seen these things with my very own eyes

And defended my battered soul

It must be too tough to die

American propaganda South African lies

Will not force me to take up arms that's my enemies' pride

Ands I won't fight by his rules that's foolishness besides

His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry

Because his children they are growing up

And plainly tired of putting up

With bigots and their silver cups

They're fed up they might throw up

 

On you alright