American Graveyard - Hallelujahland | Текст песни

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Sit them by the pages, sit them by the cross
Worn by the preacher whose soul was lost
Sit them by their empty paychecks as they cry out why
Bought and sold children leading bought and sold lives

Sit them by their voting lines with their false hope
Back door politicians peddling back door dope
Sit them by the lost tears in their mothers eyes
Who didn’t have the money to keep their babies alive

Sit them by the angry men with the blistered hands And broken backs, broke building this land

Singing, oh Lord not once more
The few get most while the most get poor

Whoa Lord, once again
We’ve all been had in hallelujahland
Whoa Lord, once again
We’ve all been had in hallelujahland

Sit them by the puddles of mud, and the wells that cry
As blood slowly drips off of blood that’s dried
And all the babies to all the wives
While their husbands clock in on that death line

And Jesus save the meek and poor
Said the hallelujah pimp to his hallelujah whore

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