46664 (partial lyrics)
When freedom rises from the killing floor

No lock of iron or rivet can restrain the door

And no kind of army can hope to win a war

Like trying to stop the rain or still the lion's roar

Like trying to stop the whirlwind scattering seeds and spores

Like trying to stop the tin cans rapping over jailhouse semaphore

They know when your hands are manacled

It's your spirit that gets raw.

 
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