When you're so long gone, you can't help yourself When you're so dead wrong Let alone no one else
Well the children still dying in the streets The babies still living with disease The cops got guns, the poor folks got sons Who work for Mr. Franklin every week
If you've come looking for hard times Hard times ain't hard to find Cause we've been given that lifeline Only once in a lifetime
Baby we were born Maybe we were born To be sure ... to endure When the storm comes
Got them sad eyes Got them cat eyes Got your angels tired
From saving your life
So you would be best To contain yourself Before you end up killed
His bare feet Touch her bare feet The air breaths sweet At the mountains peak
And I forgot What the wise man said About that ancient thread
Baby we were born Maybe we were born To be sure ... to rejoice When it succumbsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
