|Lyrics:||We don't own this place, though we act as if we did,|
It's a loan from the children of our
The actual owners haven't even been born yet.
Bur we never tend the
garden and rarely we pay the rent,
Some of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit.
We can run,
can't hide from it.
Of all possible worlds,
We only got one:
We gotta ride on
Whatever we've done,
We'll never get far from what we leave behind,
Baby, we can
run, run, run, but we can't hide.
Oh no, we can't hide.
I'm dumpin' my trash in your
Makin' certain you don't notice really isn't so hard
You're so busy with your
guns and all of your excuses to use them.
Well, it's oil for the rich and babies for the
We got everyone believin' that more is more,
If a reckoning comes, maybe we will
know what to do then.
All these complications seem to leave no choice,
I heard the
tongues of billion speak with just one voice,
Saying, "Just leave all the rest to me,
I need it worse than you, you see."
And then I heard....
The sound of one child
Today I went walking in the amber wind,
There's a hole in the sky where the
light pours in
I remembered the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine.
it beats down on the asphalt land
Like a hammering blow from God's left hand
still grows cringes in the shade like a bad vine.