There is a house in an old city
they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a rich soul and mind
many a poor spirit and god
I know I'm one
Their minds are full of terror
they sued us my blue collar race
Our future is trembling
down in New Old World
Now the only thing they need is
just receiving though already received
And the only time they're satisfied
is when they're receiving
Oh brother tell your kids
Not to do what we've done
We must spend our money time
and our physical intellectual
emotional ethical effort
to take our own right
not to take the ball and chain
Oh brother tell our children
Not to do what we had
what I have done
Don't spend your lives while
they're lying to us
in the House of lying sun
Well I got a notebook on my left arm
and the other hand raising up
I'm going back to street
to take back right all the rights
Oh brother tell the kids
Not to do what we've done
Tell the kid
Not to do what we've done