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Maggie's farm Lyrics

Maggie's farm by Rage Against The Machine  

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Maggie's farm I aint gonna work on, Maggies Farm no more.
No i aint gonna work on, Maggies Farm no more.

Well i wake up in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain,
I got a head full of ideas,
That are driving me insane.

Its a shame,
The way she makes me,
Scrub the floor.

I aint gonna work on, nah!
I aint gonna work on, Maggies Farm no more.

I aint gonna work for, Maggies Brother no more.
Nah i aint gonna work for, Maggies Brother no more.
When he hands you nickel, when he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a crick
If your having a good time
That he fights you, every time.
You slam the door!
I aint gonna work for, nah!
I aint gonna work for, Maggies Brother no more!

I aint gonna work for, Maggies Pa no more.
Nah i aint gonna work for, Maggies Pa no more.
When he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks.
His bed room window, it is made out of bricks.
The National Guard, stands around his door.
I aint gonna work for..
Nah! I aint gonna for Maggies Pa no more.

I aint gonna work for Maggies Ma no more.
Nah i aint gonna work for Maggies Ma no more.
Well she talks to all the servants, about land and god and law.
And everybody says, shes the brains behind brawn.
Shes 68! But she said shes 24!
I aint gonna work for..
Nah! I aint gonna work for Maggies Ma no more!

I aint work on Maggies Farm no more.
No i aint gonna work on, Maggies Farm no more.

Well i try my best
To be just like i am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them!
They say what they say
I just cant win!

Well i aint gonna work on...
Nah! I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more.

Ah!



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