Featuring Sean McMillin on bass, and David Blank on drums.
Marching Away With Our World
This land was worked by our families
for generations and we lived in peace.
I work it hard to keep my children fed,
but now my neighbor's gone, and his wife is dead.
They were only trying to save their home
when the bank called in the loan.
They sent some men to collect the debt,
but when they couldn't pay, they raped his wife instead.
I don't know what we can do now, baby
I don't know what we're gonna do now.
They're marching away with our world.
Before the men from the northlands came,
not one among us did we count as slaves.
But when they came they said they'd make us free
to enjoy the fruits of democracy.
I don't know what they meant by that.
I lost my home and now I break my back
for some white man I've never seen.
My children work his fields, they work his factories.
I don't know what we can do now, baby
I don't know what we can do now.
Marching away with our world.
(chorus)They've invaded our home
Now they call it their own
But don't dare call it war!
Don't try it!
If they think you want to fight it
they'll have to keep you quiet.
And when you're dead, now,
you know it's hard to be free.
To be free.
There was a time when these streets were free.
Now there's soldiers on patrol in Jeeps.
They'll stop you , won't let you pass on by.
They gotta know where you're goin', gotta know if you're high.
"Hey! What's that in your pocket, man?
Put your hands up against the van.
We're gonna take you to the station house.
We're gonna make you talk, we're gonna make you shout!”
"We're gonna know what you do now, baby
We gotta know what you do now."
Marching away with our world.
(chorus)
They train the death squads to march the street.
They kill the kids who have to steal to eat.
They'll march off with our nation's wealth
and leave us rotting here in this urban hell.
I don't know if we can stop them now.
Others have tried and now they can't be found.
Try to speak up, try to be brave,
and they'll march you off to a shallow grave.
I don't know what we can do now, baby
I don't know what we're gonna do now.
I don't know what we can do now.
They're marching away with our world.
They're marching away with our world.
With our world.
With our world.
© Mark Gregory Petrie / Mystic Dream Merchants Publishing / ASCAP
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