There’s an upright piano and the church where it was played I can still hear the fire of the music that they made These wild priests of Coltrane as high as you could get Now their picture’s in the water with a broken clarinet And the bodies floating down the river
There’s the very heart of harmony, a diminished minor chord A demitasse of Cafe du Monde into which a poet poured From a melior of coffee, freshly brewed and filled I saw his notebook passing by and the coffee that he spilled And the bodies floating down the river
There’s a cracked and sunken altar and Jesus on a cross And hanging from a pole, the soiled work of Betsy Ross The sidewalk muralist is shouting, people can you see All the broken promises of Lady Liberty And the bodies floating down the river
There’s the ghost of Lincoln lying in the mud Mother Mary’s playing Zydeco and shedding tears of blood The last vestige of democracy was just shot for looting bread The levees were all busted, now they’re good as dead Along with the bodies floating down the river
There’s a Hummer driving down the boulevard There’s Halliburton contractors and the Army National Guard Blackwater Security, ready to attack There’s no food and there’s no doctors and it smells just like Iraq And the bodies floating down the river
The prisons are all empty now, the dead men have been cleared They drowned inside their cells when the guards all disappeared But I saw somebody’s uniform as it was passing by Words on it spelled in blood, I guess now we’re gonna die And the bodies floating down the river
Now many months have passed and it all just looks the same So many dead and missing, no one knows their names No one to clear the rubble, no one to rebuild Some say the city died, I say it was killed And the bodies floating down the riverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.