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Album: Miscellaneous (1992) Artists: Rage Against The Machine Autologic Beautiful World Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos Blacksteel: In the Hour Of Chaos Bullet in your head C.I.A. (Criminals In Action) Clamp Down Clampdown Clear The Lane D-Generation X Darkness Darkness Of Greed Degeneration X Down On The Street Eat For Two Fuck tha Police Fuck The Police Ghost Of Tom Joad Had To Be Playin On The Jukebox Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox Hit The Deck How I Could Just Kill A Man I'm Housin In My Eyes Kick Out The Jams Maggie's Farm Memory of the Dead Memory Of The Dead (Land And Liberty) Mic Check (Once Hunting, Now Hunted) Microphone Fiend Mindset's A Threat No Shelter People Of The Sun (Original Version) Pistol Grip Pump Producer Fall From The Grace Of People Renegades Of Funk Sound Of The Police Street Fighting Man Testify The Ghost Of Tom Joad The Narrows Tool And Rage Against The Machine (untitled) Zapata's Blood

Song: Maggie's Farm Artists: Rage Against The Machine Favorite: Add Remove Rage Against The Machine Miscellaneous Maggie's Farm I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's 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 drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And he asks you with a grin If you're havin' a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They sing while they slave and just get bored I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

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