Lyrics:
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
to stop
You’ve made América first
So fast
America first
On the list of asshole states
Countries everybody hates
America first
Hated now even worse
Than
no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles
Good-Morning America, how are you?
Say don't you
America.
We sail the oceans,
Cross the prairies,
Climb the mountains,
Wade the arctic snow.
We are walking
Close together,
Bound by love.
Bound by
Street choir sing me the song for the new day
Don't make it long and remember to
Sing it the old way let it all out
Let your voice ring in the street
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm
here to sing this song.
Say, there, did you hear the news?
Sacco worked at trimming shoes;
Vanzetti was a peddling man,
Pushed his fish cart with
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
America we have several people power groups
Groups of dynamic intertwined relationships
Made apparent by a parent
Or want for
This structure
On the bottom
Music (ASCAP), Sing It Louder
(BMI). Song For Everyone contains interpolations from Drift Away written by M.
Williams. Published by Almo Music Corp.
by choices, no forgiveness, can't run
Listening it sounds like a movie script soon to come
But it's a life written in an America
That's coming
eyes
Rising higher from the primal cries
Like a spiral up to the moon
Day by day this ambitious grind
Search for a new state of mind
Restless
Sister liberty play your song for me. Father William's lite your candle please.
Brother Victor say a prayer for me. Sister Livity play your song for me.
Time for rum and some pirate songs
Oh captain my captain!
Whitman turning in his grave
As he hear this
Crazy mad rhymes slap
Last captain William's
lived in his car
At one point you went solo
I know you were tryin'
But your songs just sounded like
A German Shepherd dyin'
A hundred million Backstreet
on the right track
Now where do we go from here?
Sick and tored of worthless statements
Pissed off with the same old songs
You stuff your moral rule book
bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear
within a disembodied, and fake online world?
this song is about how a terrifyingly large number of Americans still lack a rigorous
understanding of our
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