I woke up this morning to sirens in the media
sounding the alarm of another attack on our freedom
This time it came down in Tucson, Arizona
Blacksburg, Virginia, Oklahoma City
Oh how well do we know ya’
Now we’re sitting around pointing fingers at each other,
leveling the blame down on our sisters and our brothers
as I stare down the barrel of this life as an American
I find myself in the sites of a loaded gun.
Outside that cactus town there lives a deserted man
whose eyes pierce right through you like an army sharpshooter
battered though not broken, this gentle cowboy so soft-spoken
finds his strength buried deep down in the ground
while his countrymen are nowhere to be found
Cause teachers, doctors, patriots,
we just can’t seem to pay for it
they say “please, we all gotta tighten our belts a little”
but we’re already getting squeezed in the middle
while record profits line the pockets of those who already got it
see cause this is Ameritocracy,
not American democracy the way the founders thought it.
Oh we’re living out of love
green’s the color of new beginnings but under all this paper we’re just suffocating
we’re living out of love
if you got something real to bring it ain’t worth shit
cause we ain’t gonna value your contribution til you figure out how to own something.
When I woke up this morning they had taken everything from me
robbed me of my livelihood and of my human dignity
the officer he told me wasn’t much could be done,
to find those who had perpetrated this act or to keep it from happening again
That night I heard a knock on my door
the same officer appeared in my window he said, “son, you can’t sleep here anymore,”
“See the neighbors they been complaining about a vagrant in their front yard
and while they’re sleeping safe and sound inside their own homes
you gotta move on down the road, move on down the road,
move on down the road”
Cause we’re living out of love
I’m gettin real sick and tired of people talking about how it’s just the economics of the situation
we’re living out of love
hell yes we’re bankrupt but it’s not the money that we’re missing it’s all this love that we’re living out of
They can keep on passing laws down out of Washington
but until they’re in the hearts of men it ain’t gonna make any damn difference
Cause this ain’t about whether any government or the free market can lead us better
if we’re gonna make a change we’re gonna have to figure out how to fucking treat each other
Cause we’re living out of love
honking horns, waching porn on the internet
never stop to think that maybe people shouldn’t live like that
oh we’re living out of love
send our children off to war just so we can keep on getting more, getting more
getting more
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