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Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Down these streets the fools rule
There’s no freedom or self respect
A knife’s point or a trip to the joint
Is about all you can expect
They kill people here who stand up for their rights
The system’s just too damned corrupt
It’s always the same, the name of the game
Is who do you know higher up
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
The blacks and the whites
Steal the other kids’ lives
Wealth is a filthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American flag
The witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb
Turns children into crooks and slaves
Whose heroes and healers are real stoned dealers
Who should be put in their graves
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Listen to me Mr. Pusherman
This might be your last night in a bed so soft
There are pimps on the make, politicians on the take
You can’t pay us off
We’re gonna blow up your home of Voodoo
And watch it burn without any regret
We got the power, we’re the new government
You just don’t know it yet
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
For all of my brothers from Vietnam
And my uncles from World War II
I’ve got to say that it’s countdown time now
We’re gonna do what the law should do
And for you pretty baby
I know your story is too painful to share
One day though you’ll be talking in your sleep
And when you do, I wanna be there
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand