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I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wanderin'Hear them crying out for heaven's own but never glance upon themGet a destructive powerful railing, I hear fools falsely hailingTo the crooked wits of tyrants when they callI hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them allI hear the sound of turning pages and the roar of burning paperAll the crimes and acquisition turn to air and ash and vaporIn the rattle of the shackle, far beyond emancipatorsAnd the lowliest together in their stallI hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them allSo while you sit and whistle Dixie with your money and your powerI can hear the flowers growing in the rubble of the towerI hear leaders quit their lying, I hear babies quit their cryingI hear soldiers quit their dying, one and allI hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them allI hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah's waterfallSee the gentle lamb of Judas nipping at the feet of BuddhaAnd the prophets from Elijah to the old ?? architectTake their places at the table when you callI hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them allI hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them allI hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them all Aus Songtexte Mania