David James

David James

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lyrics/poems...all the same to me

Written By: D.J. Baker

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Young Rosie, she said, "I ain't gonna work in your factory no more."

"I'm tired", she says, "of breaking my back helping you and this endless war."

"I know that what I do is so often viewed as helping to end innocent lives"

"And what has come to be is that I seldom feel free when I look in my children's eyes."

Something's gotta change

Just do it by the book,

Don't take a second look,

Takes fifteen minutes to turn a cop into a crook,

But somewhere I hear music playing

For people on the streets we got parishioners on their knees

Praying to a religion in the White House that won't help us cure disease

And all the while they're keeping us from straying

From the so-called "right path"

Just do, don't ask

Better take your medicine or else you'll have a relapse

And then you'll hear the dirge that's playing:

I can't believe in this day and age that we'd ever let things end up this way

I don't speak for heads of state but if you ask me I'll say:

"Things have got to change."

You're never too young, too old

To be bought, get sold

Practice these lines because we're giving you a new role

We're all listening but don't know what you're saying

Whether left-wing, right-wing,

Don't mean a damn thing

When you're representing parties that have lost all of their meaning

But it's their lives, not your sons and daughters they're saving

So now we gather all around as fast as we can

Rally 'round the flag with all the President's men

They say "They're different from us, so they must be forsaken."

"Do unto others as you'd have unto you"

But these lies beget lies while we lead a third world government coup

Excuse me, I could've been mistaken but:

I can't believe in this day and age that we'd ever let things end up this way

I don't speak for heads of state but if you ask me I'll say:

"Things have got to change."

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Public transportation is what the economy prescribes

Riding out this recession waiting for the market to dive

Don't got a lot but I got enough

To get from here to there but gas just costs too much

Round trip to the city to see the sights and such

Met a few folks who were down on their luck

"Hey man can you spare a buck?

I'm trying to get out while things are looking up.

I'm almost there but gas just costs too much."

I don't believe everything I read

In the papers on the street or hear from newsmen on TV

Because all it really seems to me

Is that we try to get around but freedom just ain't free

All these fast food dollar menus seem like a steal

Until you break it down to the physical cost of the meal

A double cheeseburger and a 16oz. Cup

I'd try to eat healthy but gas just costs too much

Even farmers in the field can't escape the clutch

Of a failed foreign policy when they put a little fuel in their truck

"Dear Mr. Senator, enough is enough

I'm trying to feed my family but gas just costs too much."

I don't believe everything I read

In the papers on the street or hear from newsmen on TV

Because all it really seems to me

Is that we try to get around but freedom just ain't free

To fill the tank you got to break the bank and that's a whole other can of worms

Hold on my other woes and worries, soon you'll get your turn

As each day passes I slowly learn that this is my place and here I'll stay stuck

I'll try to move on when gas don't cost so much.

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There's a storm a-brewin' in the Keystone State

From the Senators and Congressmen down to the local magistrate

There's a certain kind they wish would vacate

There's a certain splendor with which they fuel hate

If not for those who work so hard for less

Would we ever see how we are truly blessed?

To be in a land where equality works best

To extend our hand and put bigotry to rest

When this empire burns in the end would you reach out to grab a hand?

Extended to you from those you once condemned?

Like the phoenix, would you rise again?

Soon in the end, we'll see my friend

Hunger and famine we all aim to avoid

What's the harm in helping those who only wish to be employed?

Our system would soon crumble, quite possibly even be destroyed

If not for those who aren't too proud to fill the empty void

Eleven million remain silenced with no political voice

Yet they work hard for our country, with hopes of freedom they rejoice

Many fled war torn lands arriving with little choice

But given the chance they would surely give the stars and stripes a hoist

When this empire burns in the end would you reach out to grab a hand?

Extended to you from those you once condemned?

Like the phoenix, would you rise again?

Soon in the end, we'll see my friend

This land is not truly ours; it's been here for years and years

But early settlers paved the way