paroles de chanson Fuel (live) - Ani DiFranco
They
were
digging
a
new
foundation
in
manhattan
And
they
discovered
a
slave
cemetary
there
May
their
souls
rest
easy
Now
that
lynching
is
frowned
upon
And
we've
moved
on
to
the
electric
chair
And
i
wonder
who's
gonna
be
president,
tweedle
dum
or
tweedle
dummer?
And
who's
gonna
have
the
big
blockbuster
box
office
this
summer?
How
about
we
put
up
a
wall
between
houses
and
the
highway
And
you
can
go
your
way,
and
i
can
go
my
way
Except
all
the
radios
agree
with
all
the
tvs
And
the
magazines
agree
with
all
the
radios
And
i
keep
hearing
that
same
damn
song
everywhere
i
go
Maybe
i
should
put
a
bucket
over
my
head
And
a
marshmallow
in
each
ear
And
stumble
around
for
another
dumb-numb
week
For
another
hum
drum
hit
song
to
appear
People
used
to
make
records
As
in
a
record
of
an
event
The
event
of
people
playing
music
in
a
room
Now
everything
is
cross-marketing
Its
about
sunglasses
and
shoes
Or
guns
and
drugs
You
choose
We
got
it
rehashed
We
got
it
half-assed
We're
digging
up
all
the
graves
And
we're
spitting
on
the
past
And
you
can
choose
between
the
colors
Of
the
lipstick
on
the
whores
Cause
we
know
the
difference
between
The
font
of
20%
more
And
the
font
of
teriyaki
You
tell
me
How
does
it
make
you
feel?
You
tell
me
what's
real?
And
they
say
that
alcoholics
are
always
alcoholics
Even
when
they're
as
dry
as
my
lips
for
years
Even
when
they're
stranded
on
a
small
desert
island
With
no
place
within
2,
000
miles
to
buy
beer
And
i
wonder
Is
he
different?
Is
he
different?
Has
he
changed?
what's
he
about?...
Or
is
he
just
a
liar
with
nothing
to
lie
about?
Am
I
headed
for
the
same
brick
wall
Is
there
anything
i
can
do
about
Anything
at
all?
Except
go
back
to
that
corner
in
Manhattan
And
dig
deeper,
dig
deeper
this
time
Down
beneath
the
impossible
pain
of
our
history
Beneath
unknown
bones
Beneath
the
bedrock
of
the
mystery
Beneath
the
sewage
systems
and
the
path
train
Beneath
the
cobblestones
and
the
water
mains
Beneath
the
traffic
of
friendships
and
street
deals
Beneath
the
screeching
of
kamikaze
cab
wheels
Beneath
everything
i
can
think
of
to
think
about
Beneath
it
all,
beneath
all
get
out
Beneath
the
good
and
the
kind
and
the
stupid
and
the
cruel
There's
a
fire
just
waiting
for
fuel
There's
a
fire
just
waiting
for
fuel
There's
a
fire
just
waiting
for
fuel
There's
a
fire
just
waiting
for
fuel
There's
a
fire
just
waiting
for
fuel
There's
a
fire
just
waiting...
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