paroles de chanson Spiritual America - Duke Special
America,
America,
far
below
Mysterious
circles
in
desert
and
snow
Forest
and
mountain,
concrete
and
crow
Shadow
of
cloud
moving
silent
and
low
Scatter
like
veins,
connected,
entwined
Rivers
and
lakes
run
like
dark
charcoal
mine
Become
albumen
prints
in
the
plates
of
the
spine
Powder-wigged
mortal
meets
gaze
of
divine
Spiritual
America
Spiritual
America
Driven
and
callous,
immune
to
the
small
Exquisitely
bows
to
the
war
of
the
wall
Welcomes
the
faithful
to
its
crass
altar-call
Turns
a
blind
eye
to
the
fragile
who
fall
Spiritual
America
Spiritual
America
All
the
good
you
we
have
done
Could
have
done
for
everyone
Is
this
the
land
of
the
setting
sun?
Have
we
forgotten
who
we
were
And
why
we
came
here
anyway?
So
pick
up
the
reins
and
kick
the
spur
Shackled
and
shamed
and
stripped
of
its
voice
Left
in
a
corner
to
suffer
the
noise
Made
by
corporate
thugs
and
their
fat
city
boys
Being
sick
on
their
wealth
like
they
hadn′t
a
choice
Spiritual
America
Spiritual
America
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