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23 lug 22Talking about the love they found on Tinder
Crossing the street on the cold morning after
The protest is all over
There’s flowers in the street
And everyone you meet is still asleep
Half the people are in chains
And the other half have the key
That’s how it’s been, that’s how it has to be
Pocahontas, Walt Disney and Al Capone
They’re gathering up dust for the tombstone
All the mourners in their black veils sing and moan
There’s nothing left to say
The execution is over
The party went all night but now you’re sober
On the day that you’re born
You become someone’s enemy
That’s how it goes, that’s how it has to be
Invalids of the cloth, they hand out pamphlets
To soldiers who’ve been punished for their service
Even the secret service, they look nervous
As the killer’s face get’s painted
Across the evening news
Even the corespondent looks confused
God made the devil
If he did make anything
Iv’e heard it said, that’s how it has to be
Shadows have grown long around the city
You can still see Andy Warhol and Oprah Winfrey
Hanging pictures of Susan B. Anthony
On the walls of the mausoleum
The gates of the colosseum
Hoping someone on the inside still might see ‘em
Love and hate, they will wound you equally
That’s how it works, that’s how it has to be
Jeremy Ivey, voce e chitarra
Evan Donohue, chitarra e voce
Coley Hinson, basso e voce
Alex Munoz, chitarra e lap steel
Josh Minyard, batteria e percussioni