Land of the Free

Текст песни Cujo Moon - Land of the Free

There's a poison flooding our waters
There's a sadness in the air
There's people dying just to make a living
There's people living off the dead

And I don't know where to go
I don't know what to believe
I wish I had an old radio
To sing me to sleep

Let them build up their skyscrapers
Casting shadows on the streets
Someday it won't just be their pockets
That are splitting at the seams

And I don't know where to go
I can barely breathe
I wish I had an old stagecoach
To carry, carry me
Through the land of the free

'Cause up on Wall Street, it's a rich man's prison
Endless links of golden chains
But fancy funerals, they ain't no different
Can't smell the roses from your grave
Oh but we try anyway
Yea we try, we try anyway

And God is out on holiday
The devil's drinking scotch on the beach
Neither one's got much left to say
It ain't their mess at our feet

And I don't know where to go
I don't know how to leave
I wish I had an old sailboat
To sail away
Across the sea
To the land of the free
Across the sea
To the land of the free