Shhhh--A white face in a white crowd,
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The day, it starts, and it gets harder just to stand out.
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Someone everyone organically can hang with,
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Or someone cynically manipulating language.
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Whoever told you that we needed you to be this?
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We've all been sold a bill of goods if we believe it
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Another warning from the well of true believers--
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There will be mourning in America, and we say...
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Hey! Hey! Hey!
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You summon ghosts we tried to bury in their white shrouds
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With burning cross and bloody crescent in the White House
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You come on something like the faces I remember--
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1980, Mississippi rising from the ash and embers
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Never, now, can I imagine me forgiving you
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Never, now, can I imagine how to live with you
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Another warning from the lake of people bleeding--
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There will be mourning in America if you keep it up...
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Hey! Hey! Hey!
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Up from the sultry air of the South of a time gone by
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To your mercurial mouth
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And where the busses in Boston that have idled for years
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Ride the line to Orange County and the fare is the fears
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Of the long manipulated and the wilfully dumb
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You better watch what you ask for,
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'Cause someday, it might just come.
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Mourning In America
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
