Iris DeMent - Wasteland of the free
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Living in the wasteland of the free...
We got preachers dealing in politics and diamond mines
and their speech is growing increasingly unkind
They say they are Christ s disciples
but they don t look like Jesus to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We got politicians running races on corporate cash
Now don t tell me they don t turn around and kiss them peoples ass
You may call me old-fashioned
but that don t fit my picture of a true democracy
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We got CEO s making two hundred times the workers pay
but they ll fight like hell against raising the minimum wage
and If you don t like it, mister, they ll ship your job
to some third-world country cross the sea
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let s blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free
We got little kids with guns fighting inner city wars
So what do we do, we put these little kids behind prison doors
and we call ourselves the advanced civilization
that sounds like crap to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We got high-school kids running round in Calvin Klein and Guess
who cannot pass a sixth-grade reading test
but if you ask them, they can tell you
the name of every crotch on mTV
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win
Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin
but he s standing up for what he believes in
and that seems pretty damned American to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let s blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free
While we sit gloating in our greatness
justice is sinking to the bottom of the sea
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free.
Inne utwory
Slaughterhouse Long way down Slide On your side No way out Wildwood flower Down on the corner String of lies Burning up Naked So outta line Break my mind Smash We are the normal Losowe utwory
Down boy
Keep you down boy
I m the one that you would die for
The one you long to touch
The one you live our life for
I know it s much
The more you see, the more you want
The more you taste, it just gets...
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Inside a pocket of a clown
Is a sad place to hang around
Just watching smiles turn into frowns
Inside the pocket of a clown
Inside the heartache of a fool
You ll learn things they don t teach in school
And lessons...
My Sophronie s from Kentucky, she s found another man
Can t even kiss her, can t even hold her hand
The moon we used to love beneath is still up in the sky
But now I m just a hotshot with a teardrop in my eye...
I pass through noise and silence, I walk alone
It s a beautiful day, it s raining and it s cold
Reflected onto the wet pavement, can you see what I see?
The trembling image of my eyes that are still free
I pass through noise...