Well, big bad man come into town Gave sweets to the children Pushed their daddies around Made the streets so bright in the zones of blight No more fear in the hearts of whites He built a hall, put on a show From high above, watched his boulders roll Then he bought Main Street and the old Town Hall He named his price, his face on every wall
Now the factories have all shut down No more cloth stitched in this town So the only job for boy and I In the prison making tiles shine Someday that man will come here too With that magic hat, spit and glue He’ll wash the stone, paint the brick Rename the streets And make the clocks all tick on time He’ll make us run on time
And every town will celebrate someday Waving sweatshop flags and grande lattes Wearing culture on their backs Wearing spirit on their hats One by one they’ll join the parade and celebrate Yeah, every town will celebrate someday
Now corners near and corners far Are somehow the same coffee bar And community is felt again Thanks to folks I’ve never met They slayed the artists, sold their arts Gave the toddlers shopping carts Raised the prices, raised the rent Some days I wish that I could go back again No, I can’t go back again
Just like they do in Florida Down in Celebration, Florida And when every road is Main Street, U.S.A We’ll be safely kept at bay from any disruption or display Of truth, adventure, love and rageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
