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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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The night is black |
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Without a moon |
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The air is thick, and still |
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The vigilantes gather on |
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The lonely torchlit hill |
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Features distorted in the flickering light |
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The faces are twisted and grotesque |
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Silent and stern in the sweltering night |
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The mob moves like demons possessed |
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Quiet in conscience, calm in their right --- |
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Confident their ways are best |
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The righteous rise |
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With burning eyes |
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Of hatred and ill-will |
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Madmen fed on fear and lies |
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To beat, and burn, and kill |
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They say there are strangers, who threaten us |
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In our immigrants and infidels |
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They say there is strangeness, too dangerous |
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In our theatres and bookstore shelves |
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That those who know what's best for us --- |
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Must rise and save us from ourselves |
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Quick to judge |
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Quick to anger |
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Slow to understand |
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Ignorance and prejudice |
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And fear |
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Walk hand in hand |
