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Power In The Blood by Alabama 3

No time for spindoctor's medicine

Cooked up by the government,

selling me some cover-up

Sponsored information,

piped up in the shopping malls

Nothing but another drug,

a license they can buy and sell

I don't mind dying

I don't mind dying

I don't mind dying

When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

No time for backhanded compliments

From bourgeois apologists

desperate for an incident

Real-estate assassins,

assessing my predicament

My dollar bills dependant upon

it being in their interest

I don't mind dying

I don't mind dying

I don't mind dying

When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

There is power in the blood, justice in the sword

When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

Power in the blood, justice in the sword

When that call it comes, I will be ready

I will raise my sword up right

To the bright and shining light,

Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed

And as I cut them limb from limb,

and I dash all their kith and kin,

You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep

Because there's power in the blood

There's power in the blood