Nico Vega - Protest Song lyrics

We live off the land and we feed all of our
Children with our hands you wake every man
With the greed of a thousand
Hitlers and here's mine
And though, the race is tighter
We've only just begun to feel our fire

Now, we're coming to our senses
Now, we're coming to our senses

We work and we sow our seeds we've
Made into our share
You take, both our hearts
And replace them with an empty jar of bark
And though, the race is tired
We've only just begun to feel our fire
Now, we're coming to our senses
Now, we're coming to our senses
Now, we're coming to our senses

People don't talk together boys


Keep it to yourself, no
This is the land of America
The land of the free the land of the free
The land of the free the land of the