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Take Your Hands off It - Ry Cooder (雷·库德)
Get your dirty hands off my constitution now
It was written down you can't tear it down
Hear me talking to you buddy I swear it's true
Take your hands off it you know it don't belong to you
Get your greasy hands off my bill of rights
It was written right you can't make it wrong
You can't stop me singing this true lonesome song
Take your hands off it you know it don't belong to you
Get your greasy stinking hands off my voting rights
I'll vote how I please I'll vote how I choose
You can spend your money but
In the end you're bound to lose
I think you will
You can't Jim Crow down my vote
'Cause you know it don't belong to you
Get your greedy hands off the unions now
With your sweatshop kids in distant foreign
They might be locked down but the world is watching too
The watching
That's our sisters and brothers you know they don't belong to you
The really go
What's your sanctimonious hands doin' in my reproductive rights
Get them out of there that's none of your affair
You don't speak for God you know he don't belong to you
Oh know
You ain't talking to him you know he don't belong to you
Get your bloody hands off the peoples of the world
And your war machine and your corporation thieves
That lets you keep your job and pays your salary
Your dirty salary
Take your hands off us you know we don't belong to you
Take your hands off
Take your hands off
Take your hands off
Take your hands off
Take your hands off us you know we don't belong to you
