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Parent Issue
Day
17
Month
December
Year
1971
OCR Text

It ain't fair John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me. (chorus) They gave him ten for two! What else can Judge Colombo do? We gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta set him free! If he'd been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If he was the C. LA. Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him be Breathing air like you and me. (repeat chorus) Was he jailed for what he done? Or representing everyone Free John NOW! if we can From the clutches of the man Let him free, lift the lid, Bring him to his wife and kids, I chorus) They gave him ten for two! and they got PUN PLAMONDON too! We gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta set him free! F. R. E. E. Freeeeeeee! ! !! THE LUCK OF THE IRISH IF YOU HAD THE LUCK OF THE IRISH YOU'D BE SORRY, AND WISH YOU WERE DEAD YOU SHOULD HAVE THE LUCK OF THE IRISH AND YOU'D WISH YOU WAS ENGLISH INSTEAD! A THOUSAND YEARS OF TORTURE AND HUNGER DROVE THE PEOPLE AWAY FROM THEIR LAND A LAND FULL OF BEAUTY AND WONDER WAS RAPED BY THE BRITISH BRIGANDS! GODAMN! GODAMN! IF YOU COULD KEEP VOICES LIKE FLOWERS THERE'D BE SHAMROCK ALL OVER THE WORLD IF YOU COULD DRINK DREAMS LIKE IRISH STREAMS THEN THE WORLD WOULD BE HIGH AS THE MOUNTAIN OF MORN. IN THE POOL THEY TOLD US THE STORY HOW THE ENGLISH DIVIDED THE LAND OF THE PAIN. THE DEATH AND THE GLORY AND THE POETS OF AULD EIRELAND IF WE COULD MAKE CHAINS WITH THE MORNING DEW THE WORLD WOULD BE LIKE GALWAY BAY LETS WALK OVER RAINBOWS LIKE LEPRECHAUNS THE WORLD WOULD BE ONE BIG BLARNEY STONE WHY THE HELL ARE THE ENGLISH THERE ANYWAY? AS THEY KILL WITH GOD ON THEIR SIDE! BLAME IT ALL ON THE KIDS AND THE I. R. A. ! AS THE BASTARDS COMMIT GENOCIDE, AYE, AYE, GENOCIDE IF YOU HAD THE LUCK OF THE IRISH YOU'D BE SORRY AND WISH YOU WERE DEAD YOU SHOULD HAVE THE LUCK OF THE IRISH AND YOU'D WISH YOU WAS ENGLISH INSTEAD! YES YOU'D WISH YOU WAS ENGLISH INSTEAD! ATTICA STATE. what a waste of human power, what a waste of human lives, shoot the prisoners in the towers, 43 poor widowed wives. attica state, attica state, we're all mates with attica state! media blames it on the prisoners but the prisoners did not kill, rockafeller pulled the. trigger, that is what the people feel. attica state, attica state, we're al' natos with attica state! f ree the prisoners, jail thejudges, free all prisoners everywhere, all they want is truth and justice. all they need is love and care. attica state, attica state, we're all mates with attica state! they all live in suffocation, let 's not watch them die in sorrow, now's the time for revolution, give them all a chance to grow. attica state .... we're all mates with attica state! come together join the movement, take a stand for human rights, fear and hatred clouds our judgement, free us all from endless night. attica state .... we're all mates we all live in ... attica attica attica state! !