Lyrics of Wrongful suspicion

All right, this one goes out
To all our friends in new york
H2o, the slackers, stubborn all- stars
Most respect, hey tim, take it away my man

Well, i heard they fly
A confederate flag
Down at the state house

Got a gun to my head from
The hand of a man
Down at the state house

Well, i'm reaching for a dollar
In the hole in my pocket
Down at the state house

They said i got some rights
And i really shouldn't knock it
Down at the state house

What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?

What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?

Broken bones, broken roles
They can all be fixed, oh yeah
So let them who battle with the pen
And the others with the fist, it's the gospel now

The strong ones will be defiant
With words that can't convince
You can take this as roles
But i'll take it as a dis, yeah

Well, they wanna hold me
With wrongful suspicion
Down at the state house

And i'm all bundled up
In an awkward position
Down at the state house

And they say it's all part
Of a hundred year tradition
Down at the state house

And i do feel they got
A mental condition
Down at the state house

What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?

What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?

Hey, gettin' crazy watch me
Was it you all along working for the cia? cia
Iran-contra panama
American casket, parlet, work it now, work it

Visions of light, yes, visions of death, no
Visions gone astray, oh yeah
Oh, you jump on that dc10 my man, oh
And you fly away

Ignore the weak
Ignore the poor
Down at the state house

They got a position
For me on the floor, hell no
Down at the state house

They said, "you're gonna
Make a real, real nice world"
Down at the state house

But they do not know
The law no, not at all
Down at the state house

Was asking, what can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?

What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?

All right this one goes out
To sick of it all, agnostic front
Crown of thornz, dgeneration
Dj ansen, dave hillyard and the rocksteady 7

Simon and the bar sinisters, nine lives
And his new band under the gun, madball
Marky ramone and the intruders
Hey marky, go get your fuckin' shine box

What can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do?
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