They're piling bodies up on the plains All of the strangers with so many claims and All that hope served as a warning Now they're falling like dominoes on a late December morning And stack up the dead and just leave them It proves we've got the last word in patriotism And send the live ones to some western reservation They've got the wrong coloured skin and ideas above their station
I'm singing holy homeland While a nation is choking You smile and say "you know we said land of the free? "Yeah, well we were just joking"
This land is your land With one roll of the dice and one guiltless command Now you're sitting watching TV Accepting moral direction from a crank pshrink with an impressive CV Your new god is your video screen Washed up, spun out by an American dream Only memories of ghosts that patrol this place And this land, your land is a terminal case
You're singing holy homeland While a nation is choking You smile and say "you know we said land of the free? "Yeah, well we were just joking"
Who am I to criticise From a country with no problems about selling one another I guess we all have our dirty ink stains on the history books In the pages, on the cover And at dawn storm clouds disappear the future brings all hope and glory Ghost dancers rise 500 years Like there will never be another end to this story
I'm singing holy homeland While a nation is choking You smile and say "you know we said land of the free? "Yeah, well we were just joking"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
