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Wrote by: Richie HavensYou can talk about your neighborYou can grab him by the collarYou can hurt him only if he hollers"Let me go...let me go"But we all know that's old-fashionedAnd it can only lead to painWhere we might end up on the cornerTaking handouts in the rainYou can bomb your foreign brotherYou can hurt him until he diesYou can kill him until he never asks you whyYou're on his land...you're on his landBut we all know that's all overAnd that can only lead to blameWhere we might end up for our countryTaking handouts in the rainYou can trample on your sisterYou can hurt her only if she criesYou can hurt her only if she caresWith all her heart...with all her heartSongtexteBut we all know she'd be a motherAnd that could only lead to shameWhere she might end up for her childrenTaking handouts in the rainTeach your children storiesYou can fill them full of liesYou can make them all despiseOne another...one anotherBut when they all find out laterAnd they call us by our rightful namesAnd send us shamefully to old ageTaking handouts in the rainTaking handouts in the rainTaking handouts in the rainclose Aus Songtexte Mania