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Oh yeah ee... Alright ah ah ah ... oh GOD Knows
No justice ... tice ...tice .. Oh yeah X2

The reason why our lives they are so rough
Because the system is unjust
And the reason why the system is unjust
Because it's not made for us (repeat)

Many they flight for equal rights, no end in sight
Some hold the power so tight, and live alife that's nice
Who pays the price ?

You've got to fight, with all your might for what is right
It is your life, you have a choice you've got a voice

No justice no peace if equal rights and justice is what you seek
No justice no peace the power to the people they must be released
(repeat)

No justice ... tice ...tice
No justice ... tice ...tice

No justice no peace if equal rights and justice is what you seek
No justice no peace the power to the people they must be released
(repeat)

(repeat first verse X2 )

The reason why our lives they are so rough
Because the system is unjust
And the reason why the system is unjust
'Cause it's a fraud and a bogus
Fraud and a bogus, fraud and a bogus

No justice ... tice ...ticeShe said "It's just a woman thing" and pulled out of the drive
I said not to worry I'm an understanding guy.
I've heard that when you love someone, you gotta let em go.
She hollered "When I find myself you'll be the first to know."
Ooh No news
I learned to do the laundry, feed the cat, and clean the house.
I promised to be patient while she worked her problems out.
When she packed her bags, her destination wasn't clear;
But I sensed that her intentions were honest and sincere.
Ooh No news
She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been.
Send a pigeon, send a fax; Write it on a post-it pad.
Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code.
I'd prefer a bad excuse to no news
Her mama's been a little vague as to her whereabouts.
Her sister says "I'm certain your romance is headed south."
I don't have a single doubt that she's still in love;
My level of anxiety is just a product of
Ooh No news
She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been.
Send a pigeon, send a fax; Write it on a post-it pad.
Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code.



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