Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was a paperboy, I was ten years old It was bright, cold day with a heavy load With a rusty wagon, I made my rounds Loved to get the work done before the sun went down I'd never seen a headline that size before So I laid it out on each neighbor's door So when they looked down that they would see Three inch letters, "Cross is free" [Verse 2] My counterpart up in Joliette He was walking the streets that were cold and wet There were good times coming, but they weren't there yet A phrase he was raised on "don't forget" Past barricades and APCs He made his evening rounds like me And any fool with eyes could see Just who was bound to make Cross free [Instrumental] [Verse 3] I was cruising the stacks, I was seventeen When some words on the spine of a book caught me White letters said "Negres Blancs d'Amerique" Took the book from the shelf and I let it speak That guy in Joliette, he never read the book 'Cause he saw it everywhere he looked "Il etait negre blanc" and they let him know When they filled the jails in October Seven-O [Verse 4] I was a western kid what did I know? About second class citizens and slamming doors I saw it one way then, I see another now The villains have changed their roles somehow I'd never seen a headline that size before So I laid it out at each neighbor's door So when they'd look down that they would know Just who was free October Seven-O October Seven-O October Seven-O [Instrumental Outro]