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ike reilly - boltcutter again lyrics

allah, allah, christ, don’t you understand?
i’m nervous waiting for my baby’s plane to land
returning with her family from the holy land
allah, allah, christ, don’t you understand?
i walked, i wracked my brain, i ran
i can’t find my people, got this travel ban

i didn’t see ’em pass through the customs gate
i checked the screen and the plane ain’t late
the flowers that i bought are beginning to wilt
and the frango mints are turned to chocolate milk
i walked, i wracked my brain, i ran
they got her handcuffed to a rail down in carousel ten

well, i knew i’d need help to break her free
so i gave a shout+out to my local dj
i made a song request, confessed my sins
to the only friend i got knows the shape i’m in
hey, mister dj, help me break her chains
get your bolt cutters and meet me down in baggage claim

well, we would need a diversion before we made a break
i threw myself on the ground, and i began to shake
the dj cut my baby and her mama’s chains
and said, “welcome, pretty ladies, to the u.s.a.”
the car was at the curb, and i threw him the keys
we went to gene & georgetti’s with the refugees
well, make no mistake about it, we got a civil war
my eyes have seen the cracks in the glory of our lords
golden showers from golden towers
rain down upon us at the midnight hour
i walked, i wracked my brain, i ran
allah, allah, christ, stoled our dreams again

the dreams of the daughters and the mothers and
the family that you thought you’d never see again
the dreams of the dogs, the irish, and the blacks
the refugees and the immigrants
the dreams of our dj and his deepest tracks
when your dreams get stole, you gotta steal ’em back
yeah

- ike reilly lyrics

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