Gentle People

 

Words and music copyright ©1986 by Howard Ashby Kranz

 

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1. O the gentle people are gonna rise, the gentle people are gonna rise,

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better make room, all of you tough guys, cause the gentle people are gonna rise.

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2. Yeah the meek ones are gonna take charge, the meek ones are gonna take charge,

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Stand at attention, Sarge, cause the meek ones are gonna take charge.

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Bridge:  Yeah those nasty guys’ll sure be set back

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when the last shall be the first turns out to be a fact

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They’ll beg and they’ll squeal; they’ll plead and they’ll scream,

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but it’ll be too late!  They’re gonna get creamed!

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3. Yeah they’re in for a big surprise, they’re gonna wake up and rub their eyes

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and say “My God, we should have been nice! when the gentle people are gonna rise.

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Bridge 2:  Yeah my old gym teacher’s gonna feel real grim

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when this runty little meek twerp looks straight at him

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through owlish specs with thick, thick glass

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about to hand him his goddam ass.

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4. And utter dread is gonna fill their eyes, as in a flash of truth they realize

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that they’re about to get just what they deserve, when the woosies inherit the earth!