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The Red Moon and the British Rule (song)

By The Sons of Liberty In the style of Grease The Musical

Red moon, you saw me not throwin' away my shot alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without freedom of my own.

Red moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A freedom I really could care for.

And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'Hey yo'
But when I looked, that moon had turned to a British rule!

Oh oh oh...

Red moon, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a British rule of my own.

You better shape up,
'Cause I need a freedom,
And instead I got a British rule.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this British rule and me are through!

We go together,
Like Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson, Like Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton.
Remembered forever,
As out of your Goddamn mind out of your Goddamn mind out of your Goddamn mind disloyal-disloyal boom de boom de boom.

Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Are we a nation of states what's the state of our nation?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the British rule a joke?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding freedom?

Not throwin' away my shot dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those not throwin' away my shot nights.