Correct Sic Semper Tyrannis (Intro To Stick It To The Man) Lyrics
Roger Clyne And The Peacemakers
Correct Sic Semper Tyrannis (Intro To Stick It To The Man)
Now all the gods have fled Our noble kind is dead A sickly greed is spread Across the land Every tear's been shed Every vein is bled And but a few crumbs of bread fall from the pan The Fates will sigh, "Alas" As if the die is case If we don't pull our heads out of the sand Ain't askin' for your dough, bro Money, honey, marzipan Lend us your hand It's time to stick it to the man!
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