paroles de chanson Election Day - Dayna Kurtz

We all got flags, we been dying to fly
We all got a baby that cries and cries
Mine's been howling since '81
When Lennon died and the old man come

Poets wrote, the musicians played
Mothers marched and the atheists prayed
Every door, every wavering brain
Was plain worn down by the youth brigade

Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win

The tools of the devil were a beating drum
His holy name and a silver tongue
The poor man's anger and the rich man's till
And the elevation of an empty shell

Between the wars and choking trees
Whose song is sung, who's begging please
Who rang the bell, who made the bed
Disgraced the missing and the dead

Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win

We're all product, we're all proof
We're what happened to our youth
How hilarious, how uncouth
We beat back the devil in the voting booth

Poets wrote, the musicians played
Mothers marched and the atheists prayed
Every door, every wavering brain
Was plain worn down by the youth brigade

Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been
Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within
Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins
Good guys sometimes win