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Drum programming: Bobby Tanzilo
Percussion: Michael Koch
Bass: Jeff Villwock

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The girl was spent
She was tired of being rent
She couldn’t read your mind
but you kept pushing like a president

She gave you inside and outside
and it stripped her of her pride
She went upstairs, you went downstairs,
and then she cried

You never appreciate freedom ‘til you’re in chains
You never think about the sun until it rains
You never thanked the girl for labor pains
She saved you a lot of discomfort

Someone has to rise to command
You’re familiar with the upper hand
Your best friend you left behind
for new ones unconfined

by charity or morality
You’re endured for now – yeah, for now
Put your best to the test,
walk more rigidly than the rest

Recite the pledge with your chest
out front and burn it into the brains
of the young initiates

You never appreciate freedom ‘til you’re in chains
You never think about the sun until it rains
You never think about from where you came,
from where you got your name
from where you got your name

Some people, some people, some people standing in an awful long line
Some people do their brother and doing fine
Some would drive ‘cause they cannot walk in style
Blowtorch sees ‘em like he calls ‘em: infantile

He couldn’t hide it as such: she was better than a fist
She didn’t like it this much, still she didn’t resist,
wondering all the while, Why, why was I born?
Blundering in style – this style has my scorn

Now maybe you heard of the brother named Lee,
Cutting the film, cutting reality
Early on ’88 come the big, big break
Larry Fishburne said it first: wake up

Too much truth for Saturday night?
Women treated like shit? What’s the matter? They might
fight back – somebody laughed when somebody cried
and I felt that something deep down – it died

Spike’s in the right if the truth be told
Black people catching hell all over the world
and, like he shows you in his previous works,
too many women sticking to egotistical jerks

Come the big revolt you all might remember
black and white men and women got to get it together
No struggle’s too hard, no cause too great
that women can’t input/output – wake up

credits

from Shame a Politician, track released August 1, 1990

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Eric Blowtorch Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Singer/guitarist/songwriter Eric Blowtorch sings, plays, and writes reggae, ska, rocksteady, soul, rock 'n' roll, funk, Latin, disco, hip-hop, Anglo-Afropop, and jazz songs with rhythm, melody, passion, and original comic timing. E. B. plays solo, in small combos, and with a band, Eric Blowtorch and the Bodyguards. ... more

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