.

I've

got

a

soul

that

can

not

sleep

At

night

when

some-

thing

just

ain't

right

Blood

red,

but

with-

out

sight

Ex-

plod-

ing

e-

gos

in

the

night

Mix

like

sticks

of

dy-

na-

mite

Red,

black,

or

white,

this

is

my

fight

Come

on

cou-

rage,

let's

be

heard

Turn

feel-

ings

in-

to

words

A-

me-

ri-

can

e-

qua-

li-

ty

has

al-

ways

been

so-

ur

An

at-

ti-

tude

I

would

like

to

de-

vo-

ur

My

name

is

peace,

this

is

my

ho-

ur

Can

I

get

just

a

litt-

le

bit

of

po-

wer?

Po-

wer

of

the

e-

qua-

li-

ty

Is

not

yet

what

it

ought

to

be

It

fills

me

up

like

a

hol-

low

tree

The

po-

wer

of

e-

qua-

li-

ty

Right

or

wrong,

my

song

is

strong

You

don't

like

it,

get

a-

long

Say

what

I

want,

do

what

I

can

Death

to

the

mes-

sage

of

the

Ku

Klux

Klan

I

don't

buy

sup-

re-

ma-

cy

A-

me-

di-

a

chief,

you

me-

nace

me

The

peo-

ple

you

say

cause

all

the

crime

Wake

up

mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker

and

smell

the

slime

Black-

est

an-

ger,

whi-

test

fear

Can

you

hear

me,

am

I

clear?

My

name

is

peace,

this

is

my

ho-

ur

Can

I

get

just

a

litt-

le

bit

of

po-

wer?

Po-

wer

of

the

e-

qua-

li-

ty

Is

not

yet

what

it

ought

to

be

It

fills

me

up

like

a

hol-

low

tree

The

po-

wer

of

e-

qua-

li-

ty

I've

got

tapes,

I've

got

C-

Ds

I've

got

my

Pub-

lic

E-

ne-

my

My

li-

ly

white

ass

is

tick-

led

pink

When

I

lis-

ten

to

the

mu-

sic

that

makes

me

think

Not

a-

no-

ther

mo-

ther-

fuck-

in'

po-

li-

ti-

cian

Do-

in'

no-

thin'

but

some-

thing

for

his

own

am-

bi-

tion

Ne-

ver

touch

the

sound

we

make

Soul

sac-

red

love,

vows

that

we

take

To

cre-

ate

straight

what

is

true

Yo

he's

with

me

and

what

I

do

My

name

is

peace,

this

is

my

ho-

ur

Can

I

get

just

a

lit-

tle

bit

of

po-

wer?

Po-

wer

of

the

e-

qua-

li-

ty

Is

not

yet

what

it

ought

to

be

It

fills

me

up

like

a

hol-

low

tree

The

po-

wer

of

e-

qua-

li-

ty

Mad-

der

than

a

mo-

ther-

fu-

cker,

lick

my

fin-

ger

Can't

for-

get,

'cause

the

me-

mo-

ry

lin-

gers

Count

'em

off

quick,

litt-

le

Pic-

ca-

dil-

ly

sick-

ness

Take

me

to

the

hick,

eat

my

thick-

ness

I've

got

a

welt

from

the

Bi-

ble

belt

A-

deal-

ing

with

the

hand

that

I've

been

dealt

Sitt-

ing

in

the

grip

of

a

kill-

ing

fist

Giv-

ing

up

blood

just

to

ex-

ist

Rub

me

wrong

and

I

get

pissed

No,

I

can

not

get

to

this

Peo-

ple

in

pain,

I

do

not

dig

it

Change

of

brain

for

M-

r.

Bi-

got

Litt-

le

bro-

ther,

do

you

hear

me?

Have

a

heart

oh

come

get

near

me

Mi-

se-

ry

is

not

my

friend

But

I'll

break

be-

fore

I

bend

What

I

see

is

in-

sa-

ni-

ty

What-

e-

ver

hap-

pened

to

hu-

ma-

ni-

ty?

What-

e-

ver

hap-

pened

to

hu-

ma-

ni-

ty?

What-

e-

ver

hap-

pened

to

hu-

ma-

ni-

ty?