That’s not what I meant Fellow Patriot we can do both i’m just saying look how evil they are and some of us believe our prayers have worth are you in DC now if so thank you if not get on your knees and pray for this country
Sly & The Family Stone said it best
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a blue one who can't accept The green one for living with A fat one tryin' to be a skinny one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby Ooh sha sha We got to live together I am no better and neither are you We're all the same whatever we do You love me you hate me You know me and then You can't figure out the bag I'm in I am everyday people There is a long hair That doesn't like the short hair For being such a rich one That will not help the poor one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby Ooh sha sha We got to live together There is a yellow one that won't Accept the black one That won't accept the red one That won't accept the white one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and Scooby dooby dooby Ooh sha sha I am everyday people
Arise, children of the Fatherland Our day of glory has arrived Against us the bloody flag of tyranny is raised; the bloody flag is raised. Do you hear, in the countryside The roar of those ferocious soldiers? They’re coming right into your arms To cut the throats of your sons, your comrades!
To arms, citizens! Form your battalions Let’s march, let’s march That their impure blood Should water our fields.
Arise, children of the Fatherland Our day of glory has arrived Against us the bloody flag of tyranny is raised; the bloody flag is raised. Do you hear, in the countryside The roar of those ferocious soldiers? They’re coming right into your arms To cut the throats of your sons, your comrades!
To arms, citizens! Form your battalions Let’s march, let’s march That their impure blood Should water our fields.
never had them never will