1998b - Anthology - New York City CD2
John Sinclair *
It ain·t fair, John Sinclair
In the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) stir of breathing air
Won·t you care for John Sinclair?
In the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) stair of breathing air.
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me.
They give him ten for two
What else can the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) judges do?
Gotta, gotta..... gotta, set him free.
If he had been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in ( text songt ficd.ru ) Vietnam
If he was the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He·d be free, they·d let him be
Breatthing air, like you and me
They gave me ten for two
What more can the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) judges do?
Gotta, gotta.... gottta set him freee.
Was he jailed for what he done?
Representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) clutches oof the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) man
Let him free, lift the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) lid
Bring him to his wife and kids.
They gave me ten for two
What more can the ( text songt ( Тексты песен) ficd.ru ) bastards do?
Gotta, gotta... gotta set him free...
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