Your job is expected
Simply bring back a viable sample for analysis
Go outside Joe
Monsters chase you and hope for your blood
Aint much you can do about it
Youre a strange lot
Giving up on society
Were just animals trapped in life
Civilized for what its worth
Radical what is worse
A frenzied chaser hunt for pray
You went to soon but your spirit lives on
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body Ooh
If I could choose I would want to ashes
It reduce and let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again
Spirit crushed by Minister Rose
Resistance is futile silence is sympathizers
You are an angel locked up in hell
For your opinion your will lays forgotten
No justice can save you here
In death row no jury No law
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body Ooh My body Ooh
If I could choose I would want to ashes
It reduce and let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Welcome to life
Bloom again
This is my last will
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Your job is expected
Simply bring back a viable sample for analysis
Go outside Joe
Monsters chase you and hope for your blood
Aint much you can do about it
Youre a strange lot
Giving up on society
Were just animals trapped in life
Civilized for what its worth
Radical what is worse
A frenzied chaser hunt for pray
You went to soon but your spirit lives on
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body Ooh
If I could choose I would want to ashes
It reduce and let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again
Spirit crushed by Minister Rose
Resistance is futile silence is sympathizers
You are an angel locked up in hell
For your opinion your will lays forgotten
No justice can save you here
In death row no jury No law
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body Ooh My body Ooh
If I could choose I would want to ashes
It reduce and let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Welcome to life
Bloom again
This is my last will
Simply bring back a viable sample for analysis
Go outside Joe
Monsters chase you and hope for your blood
Aint much you can do about it
Youre a strange lot
Giving up on society
Were just animals trapped in life
Civilized for what its worth
Radical what is worse
A frenzied chaser hunt for pray
You went to soon but your spirit lives on
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body Ooh
If I could choose I would want to ashes
It reduce and let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again
Spirit crushed by Minister Rose
Resistance is futile silence is sympathizers
You are an angel locked up in hell
For your opinion your will lays forgotten
No justice can save you here
In death row no jury No law
Mr Joe Hill
Its easy to decide
For theres nothing to divide
My kind dont need to fuss and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body Ooh My body Ooh
If I could choose I would want to ashes
It reduce and let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Welcome to life
Bloom again
This is my last will
Writer: Gordon Gazella
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