My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?
And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?
And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.
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