Can't sit on my porch and smoke a J
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And remember how peaceful life can be
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But all night long are a bunch of pushers
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Selling drugs right there on my TV
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Drugs that whether or not I buy
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Are gonna end up in my water supply
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Along with who knows what else, who knows when,
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Just gotta take a deep breath and drink it in
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And a¢æ?round here there's one thing people know
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It's that government ain't there for you, it's all for show
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And I'm trying to tell them it don't have to be so
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But I can understand that their confidence is low
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Cause a¢æ?round here people're so high they can't see
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Over the tops of the tall pine trees
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Down to the mouth of the Mississippi
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Oh, blood ignited in a blighted sky
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Oh, blood on the water like we all could die
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Blood in the reeds glistening in the sun
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Blood on our hands, each and everyone,
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Here in the calm before the wars
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When the earth shrugs us off like dinosaurs
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Here in the sunset days of yore
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The first signs washing ashore
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And goddess, come and lift us here in deepest Louisiana
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In the gut, where hunches come from
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A message goes out loud as it can
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And you'd have thought we'd have come more far somehow
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Since the changing of the guard and all
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I mean dude could be FDR right now
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And instead he's just shifting his weight
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And the disappointment is the knockout blow
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Filmed in torturous slow-mo
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Oh hope, please come where I can see
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Don't let the poison get the best of me
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And goddess, come and lift us here in deepest Louisiana
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In the gut, where hunches come from
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A message goes out loud as it can
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Of, truth is for telling, truth is foretold
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Truth is for those with the guts to behold
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We got vampires down here in Louisiana
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We need voodoo dolls, we need talisman
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We need wooden stakes and shards of light
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We need harbingers riding through the night
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We need fountain pens, we need whale harpoons
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To overthrow the oil tycoons
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Cause there's no fish in the water, no birds in the sky
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No life in the soil, no end to the lie
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No time like the present and it's passing us by
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But it's never too late, never too late to try
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Cause if we all had to change, we all just would
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And we would move closer and that would be good
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And we would buy local and we would buy less
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And we'd realize that wasn't our happiness
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No, that wasn't our happiness
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No, that wasn't our happiness
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No, that wasn't our happiness
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No, that wasn'ta¢æ|
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And goddess, come and lift us here in deepest Louisiana
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And goddess, come and lift us here in deepest Louisiana
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And goddess, come and lift us here in deepest Louisiana
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In the gut, where hunches come from
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A message goes out loud as it can
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| Ani DiFranco |
