There is a crowd in here, that fooled themselves
They brought their friends and they made their hell
They faked their grin in a lonely cell
To the bitter end
But what do I know?
There are a few good here, that hurt themselves
They kick and been in a dried up well
They call for help and you know them well
Are you aware?
But what do I know?
I will not surrender
No, I will not surrender
When God falls fast asleep
The kids still dance in city streets
From the White House lawn to the Middle East
And all around
I’m just sayin’ that this time I feel it now
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