There's a mute with a bullhorn He wants so badly to scream He's in love with Maria Callas He sings with her in his dreams
A senator goes to the circus The elephants are eager to please He's handing out ballots and pencils There's a time and place for democracy
Everyone needs to be heard There are some that will need to be found We don't always know how
He grew up on this mountain Now, he's diggin' it up for coal The foreman's daughter is pregnant with his baby It's the only job he'll ever know
A blind man with a brush Paint the trash he finds on the streets The art collectors love his work And fetch money that he'll never see
We all need to be heard There are some that will need to be found But we don't always know how
Diggin' through the garbage A beggar finds the precious stones He's been lookin' for a way to thank Jesus So he sends them to the Vatican in RomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
