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There is no hope for those who are led,
To the land of the free where they lie dead,
Enemies behind and enemies ahead,
Almost as bad as the nightmare they left
Can you hear what has been said
All the voices lost to the wind
They are the cries of the innocent
The ones you may call immigrant
Spending their time, crowded in tents
Caged like animals, chained to their pen
Nothing to eat, their energies spent
Tortured by thugs, while we pay their rent
A flick of the wrist, sealing their fate
Laws that are blind, seething with hate
A nation of fools, controlled by the state
Talk without action like digging mass graves
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Not My President
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It was the 16th of June
When he raised his right hand
And swore he'd hold the office
Highest in the land
And we laughed and we scowled
To see such a man
Think he could lead
Our proud and brave land
So we'll march, yes we'll march
Until our dying day
For with him at the helm
No one is safe
And we will stand tall
Stand strong
And we'll say
He's not my president
Not tomorrow
Not today
He hates all the Muslims
The Mexicans and Jews
He'll lock them up first
Then it's me and you
And so it's time to speak out
To wail and to cry
For if we are silent
Many will die
In the 3rd Reich there were many
Who would not get involved
They left it up to others
To plan out and to solve
The dangers in their nation
But then all hope was gone
For it's up to the people
To right all their wrongs
Now it's a trial
Unlike all the rest
And this great nation
Will be put to the test
Are we just bullies?
Or do we seek peace?
For without any action
All liberty shall cease
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Santa Fe (Border Town)
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Well I met her down in Santa Fe
When it was a border town
And as soon as I was able
I tied that woman down
For she had the sweetest smile
And the darkest long black hair
Her Christian name was Isabel
Her memory brings me tears
So take me back sweet Isabel
Back to those long gone days
For I can not ride to meet you there
Something's in the way
Our wedded life was perfect bliss
Before that fateful day
And now I'm longing for my Isabel
Back home in Santa Fe
We settled down to raise a child
After building our first home
I was workin hard down on the farm
She was mending clothes
Our happiness could not compare
To the life before we met
But it all came crashing down one night
A time I'll not forget
Men with guns of polished steel
Left me most forlorn
For they say Isabel was from Mexico
And was not native-born
So they took her and our newborn babe
And snatched them from my life
Now there's a wall between us all
And I cry most every night
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Donald Trump Blues
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I voted for Bernie Sanders, late on Tuesday night
I'd even take Hillary over this tangerine faced guy
I got the Donald Trump blues, I got the Donald Trump blues
I'm movin' to Ontario, I got the Donald Trump blues
He's rounding up the Muslims, it's a terrible sight to see
Next he'll take the commies, then it's you and me
He's gonna take America and make it great again
He's gonna put up a wall and keep out all the Mexicans
Since he's become the so-called "leader" of the free
He's used his tiny little hands, to oppress you and me
He and Steve Bannon, they are the best of friends
With a fascist in the white house, it's the beginning of the end
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There is no hope for those who are led,
To the land of the free where they lie dead,
Enemies behind and enemies ahead,
Almost as bad as the nightmare they left
Can you hear what has been said
All the voices lost to the wind
They are the cries of the innocent
The ones you may call immigrant
Spending their time, crowded in tents
Caged like animals, chained to their pen
Nothing to eat, their energies spent
Tortured by thugs, while we pay their rent
A flick of the wrist, sealing their fate
Laws that are blind, seething with hate
A nation of fools, controlled by the state
Talk without action like digging mass graves
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"Brand New Pack" is a Psychedelic Folk-Rock outfit hailing from the San Francisco Bay
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The group blends styles from ranging from Bob Dylan to Jimi Hendrix, The Grateful Dead to Pink Floyd, and The Moody Blues to Bon Iver
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