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CREEP

When you were G here before, Couldn’t look you in the B eye,
You’re just like an C angel Your skin makes me Cm cry,

You float like a G feather, In a beautiful B world.
And I wish I was C special, You’re so very Cm special.

CH{ But I’m a G creep, I’m a B weirdo.
What the hell am I C doing here?
I don’t be Cm long here.

I don’t care if it G hurts I want to B have control,
I want a perfect C body, I want a perfect Cm soul,

I want you to G notice, When I’m not B around,
You’re so very C special, I wish I was Cm special.

Ch{ Instr Ch{ 2x
She’s running out again, She’s running out
She’s run run run running out…

Whatever makes you G happy, Whatever you B want,
You’re so very C special, I wish I was Cm special…

But I’m a G creep, I’m a B weirdo
What the hell am I C doing here? I don’t be Cm long here.
I don’t belong G here.

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Average Rating: 4.7 out of 5 based on 190 user reviews.

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HURRICANE

Pistol shots rang in the barroom night Am F
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out “my god they killed them all”

Here comes the story of the hurricane C F
The man authorities came to blame
For something that he never done Dm C
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Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda’ been the champion of the world

Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin around mysteriously
I didn’t do it, he say, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand

I saw then leavin’ he says, and he stops
One of us had better call the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
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And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing in the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that’s just the way things go
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If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street less you want to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Author Dexter Bradley were just prowlin’ around
He said I saw two men running out, they looked like middle weights
They jumped into a white car with out of state plates

And miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said wait a minute boys, this one’s not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
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And though this man culd hardly see, they told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Says, what’d you bring him here for, he ain’t the guy

Yes here’s the story of the hurricane
The man authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done
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Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda’ been the champion of the world

Four months later the ghettos are in flame
Rubin’s in S America fightin for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him , lookin’ for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
You think you’d like to play ball with the law?
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Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night? Don’t’ forget that you are white.

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I’m not really sure
Cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Now you don’t want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You’ll be doin’ society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
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We want to pin this triple murder on him, he ain’t no gentleman Jim

rubin could take a man out with just one punch
but he never did like to talk about it all that much
it’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
and when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way

up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail
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but then they took him to the jailhouse where they try to turn a man into a mouse

all of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
the trial was a pig circus he never had a chance
the judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

and to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
no on doubted that he pulled the trigger
and though they could not produce the gun
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the D.A. said he was the one who did the deed and the all white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they badly lied
And te newspapers , they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fools hand
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game

now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while Rubin sits like a Buddha in a ten foot cell
an innocent man in a living hell

that’s the story of of the hurricane
but it won’t be over ‘till they clear his name
and give him back the time he’s done
put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda’ been the champion of the world

Average Rating: 5 out of 5 based on 285 user reviews.