Lyrics Hooverville - The Christians

One, two, three, four

The doubt of work sends the out of work man
To city of a hope and a home
One door shuts here, another two slam
He′s homeless, he's hopeless
Row upon row of castles in Spain
Make up a fool′s paradise
A still born brainchild of a man with no brain
The ballot box baby that died

Oh, Hooverville
And they promised us the world
In Hooverville
Us the world
Crying for the moon

And dirty faced children sit in the road
By the shanty town shacks they call home
The comfort of knowing they won't be there long
Is the only comfort they know
A young scream, a young dream is lost in the night
Along with the young will to live
Along with the masses, that gave up the fight
A fight for a reason to live

Oh, Hooverville
And they promised us the world
In Hooverville
Said the streets were paved with silver and gold
Oh, Hooverville
And they promised us a roof above our head
In Hooverville
And like fools we believed every last word they said
Crying for the

And they promised us the world
And they promised us a roof above our head, oh
And they promised us the world
And like fools we believed every last word they said
I believed every last word they said

Oh, Hooverville
And they promised us the world
In Hooverville
Said the streets were paved with silver and gold
Oh, Hooverville
And they promised us a roof above our head
In Hooverville
And like fools we believed every last word they said
Crying for the

Their hope is so high, when they arrive
Their hope is their only possession in life
(Crying for the)
Another man dies, another man cries
Oh Mr. Politician open up your eyes
(Crying for the)

Open up your eyes
Crying for the moon
No more
No more
No more crying
(Crying for the)

Goodnight, everybody

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