Overthrow (The Working Poor)
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Eric Cockrell
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overthrow...
the weight of the world
on the bent shoulders
of the working poor.
empty pots, and
nowhere to lay your head...
pulling bent nails
with a borrowed hammer
from a tumbling down shack!
overthrow...
if you cant change it,
break it! take it back!
break free of the cage!
though the guns are pointed,
stand up and dare!
nothing left to lose,
and everything to gain...
overthrow..
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