old pirates, yes, they rob I
sold I to the merchant ships
minutes after they took I
from the bottomless pit
but my hand was made strong
by the 'and of the almighty
we forward in this generation
triumphantly
won't you help to sing
this songs of freedom
'cause all I ever have
redemption songs
redemption songs
emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
none but ourselves can free our minds.
have no fear for atomic energy,
'cause none of them can stop the time.
how long shall they kill our prophets,
while we stand aside and look? Ooh!
some say it's just a part of it:
we've got to fullfil the book.
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