Sympathy & Empathy / Halo & Pitchfork
Bullhorn Blues
Some think it's easy yelling the Truth.
Well, Mr. Jones, keep on bullhorning your blues.
I have no countrymen.
They are all in jail or in wars and
the tyrants we fight take all our Light
under the All Seeing Eye.
We won't give in.
we won't give in.
We won't.
This song is for all my other songs.
This song is for all my unborn sons.
This song is for the blind and those undone.
So now you see what a tyrant means by Hope.
The only change will be you'll tie the noose on your own rope.
We'll note the breeze at the top of the gallows.
So this is Free?
Well, Mr. Jones, keep on bullhorning your blues.
I have no countrymen.
They are all in jail or in wars and
the tyrants we fight take all our Light
under the All Seeing Eye.
We won't give in.
we won't give in.
We won't.
This song is for all my other songs.
This song is for all my unborn sons.
This song is for the blind and those undone.
So now you see what a tyrant means by Hope.
The only change will be you'll tie the noose on your own rope.
We'll note the breeze at the top of the gallows.
So this is Free?
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Bullhorn Blues
Bullhorn Blues
