(Jackson Browne & Scott Thurston)
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A man stands up before God and country
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Raises his right hand and takes an oath
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Swears he has acted in the line of duty
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And he more than anyone wants to tell the truth
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But there is a need to keep some things a secret
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Some weapons shipments-some private wars
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In the future democracy will be defended
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Behind closed doors
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Now the men of Congress who convene to determine
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If covert war is a business or a crime
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Are the same men who routinely give their permission
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For the shedding of blood in security's name
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And there is a need to keep some things a secret
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The names of some countries-the terms of some deals
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And above all the sound of the screams of the innocent
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Beneath our wheels
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Does the word justice mean anything to you?
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Are the features of a lie beginning to come through?
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In the streets of America the children are buried
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Caught in an avalanche of weapons and drugs
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They live and they die in the bowels of a business
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That's disguised as a war between The Crips and The Bloods
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And there is a need to keep some things a secret
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The C.I.A. deals protecting the source
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And the government policies directly connecting the drugs and our wars
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Does the word justice mean anything to you?
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As the battlefield comes home and democracy falls through
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I am waiting for the time to come
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When the word will be real for everyone
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And not just a word but a thing that can be done
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But justice must be won
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The Word Justice
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| Jackson Browne |
