Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
Ándale
Hoist your black flag, your raven's wingYou're brimmin' poetry, spill it and sing itYour sword is sharp, sugar, pull it and swing it nowÁndale!You can wear that gag if that's your choiceBut your thoughts want wings, now give 'em a voiceMaking your peace means making some noise nowÁndale!Every crooked man, every crooked mileEvery crooked back of the rank and fileSame flood forceSame blood courseSame muddy sourceAs the crooked waters of the crooked NileAnd we come to plunder the dayWe give all our takings awayPulling off the veil the grass is pushing through the clayÁndale!There in the wake of our daily grindBeware the black ship creeping up from behindLet's have a nice trip 'cause you know she's gonna find usÁndale!Letras de cancionesSomething there is doesn't love a wallHeavy thing, that cannonballChoose to rise, don't wait for the fallÁndale!For every rusty bell that ringsFor calloused hands and tattered wingsThe butcher, baker, candlestick makerOf thee I sing...Ándale!
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