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Fifteen

Genres: Rock

Stolen Life Lyrics - Fifteen

Wake up in the morning go to work 

Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma 

Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers 

10,000 pounds of racist, classist lies 

Drive the truck back to Santa Rosa 

Get the newspapers in the recycle 

So the rich white man 

Can print up the same batch of lies again and again 

Like "it's too bad the cops had to that man, but he had a broomstick 

And he was asian 

And we all know they're all Kung Fu masters. 

Samurai warriors, they're all just like Jackie Chan 

It's too bad they had to restrain his wife, 

'cause she was a registered nurse and she tried to save his life 

That goes against regulations, We'll just chalk it up to a bad night. 

We're so proud our boys in blue 

'cause they always do what's right" 

I saw Aylene today 

I saw her children play, in the front yard 

The thought occurred to me, how does a mother 

Tell her children their daddy got killed by the police 

Wake up in the morning go to work 

Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma 

Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers 

10,000 pounds of racist, classist lies 

Drive the truck back to Santa Rosa Get the newspapers in the recycle 

So the rich white man 

Can print up the same batch of lies again and again 

Like, "It's too bad the cops had to kill that kid 

But someone called in a stolen walkman 

The cops had to chase him down 

But he refused to lie face down on the ground 

He just walked away, the cops said 

His black skin walked away into the black night 

So I had to shoot him in the back of the head from 50 feet away 

I had to kill him it was self defense 

I was afraid he would circle back around behind and kill me" 

I saw Cornelius speak today, at Hayward Bart 

About how his son's life was stolen away 

Over a walkman that wasn't worth more than change 

How does a father find justice for a son stolen away 

I don't want to hear your newscast anymore, it's bullshit 

I don't want to see your headlines anymore, 'cause they're bullshit 

I don't want to hear your press release anymore, 'cause it's bullshit 

I don't want to hear your police report anymore, 'cause it's bull shit