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Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just who do you think I am? You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses

Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It'

You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man You do your thinking with a one track mind Keep talkin' about heaven glory But on your face is a different story

Here comes the sun little darlin' Here comes the sun I say, ?It's all right, it's all right? Here comes the sun little darlin' Here comes the sun I say

I put a spell on you 'Cause you're mine You better stop the things you do I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin' You know I can't stand it Your runnin' around

I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater Ain't got no perfume, ain't got

I live alone That hasn't always been easy to do For just a single woman Sometimes at night, the walls talk back to me They seem to say, "Wasn't yesterday

My skin is black, my arms are long My hair is woolly, my back is strong Strong enough to take the pain, inflicted again and again What do they call me