Bruce Cockburn - Mighty Trucks Of Midnight | Текст песни

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• Bruce Cockburn
• Mighty Trucks Of Midnight

Used to have a town but the factory moved away
Down to Mexico where they work for hardly any pay
Used to have a country but they sold it down the river
Like a repossessed farm auctioned off to the highest bidder

Mighty trucks of midnight
Moving on
Moving on

Wave a flag, wave the bible, wave your sex or your business degree
Whatever you want -- but don't wave that thing at me
The tide of love can leave your prizes scattered
But when you get to the bottom it's the only thing that matters

Mighty trucks of midnight
Moving on
Moving on

I believe it's a sin to try and make things last forever
Everything that exists in time runs out of time some day
Got to let go of the things that keep you tethered
Take your place with grace and then be on your way

Mighty Trucks Of Midnight" is a song about jobs and livelihoods moving to the maquiladora factories where people work for next to nothing, a song against NAFTA, and it might as well be a song against FTAA as well, that big meeting this year "in secret" in Quebec City, the one being protested at http://parksmanagement.com/border/ , behind its concertina-wire fortress, to rule us all through "free trade" as a code-name for wage labor.