Letra de Election Day - Dayna Kurtz
Letra de canci�n de Election Day de Dayna Kurtz lyrics
We all got flags, we been dying to fly
We all got a baby that cries and cries
Mine's been howling since eighty one
When Lennon died and the old man come
The poets wrote, the musicians played
The mothers marched and the atheists prayed
And every door, every wavering brain
Was plain worn down by the youth brigade
Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win
The tools of the devil were a beating drum
His holy name and a silver tongue
The poor man's anger and the rich man's till
And the elevation of an empty shell
Between the wars and choking trees
Whose song is sung, who's begging please
Who rang the bell, who made the bed
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Disgraced the missing and the dead
Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win
We're all product, we're all proof
We're what happened to our youth
How hilarious, how uncouth
We beat back the devil in the voting booth
The poets wrote, the musicians played
The mothers marched and the atheists prayed
And every door, every wavering brain
Was plain worn down by the youth brigade
Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win
We all got a baby that cries and cries
Mine's been howling since eighty one
When Lennon died and the old man come
The poets wrote, the musicians played
The mothers marched and the atheists prayed
And every door, every wavering brain
Was plain worn down by the youth brigade
Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win
The tools of the devil were a beating drum
His holy name and a silver tongue
The poor man's anger and the rich man's till
And the elevation of an empty shell
Between the wars and choking trees
Whose song is sung, who's begging please
Who rang the bell, who made the bed
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/election-day-dayna-kurtz.php
Disgraced the missing and the dead
Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win
We're all product, we're all proof
We're what happened to our youth
How hilarious, how uncouth
We beat back the devil in the voting booth
The poets wrote, the musicians played
The mothers marched and the atheists prayed
And every door, every wavering brain
Was plain worn down by the youth brigade
Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win
