A village pulled like weeds
A country lets their people bleed
Oh Lord, oh Lord
And in return, citizens turn cold
Preachers turn into G.I. Joes
I’ll fight, I’ll fight
And I’m watching on the screen yeah
My Americana dream yeah
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
But I’m oceans deaf to their pain,
Killing greed and the desert heat
Where a refugee clings to believing
That when we hear we’ll come to free them
Every desperate cause you’ve known to slide
And it seems the truth was something left behind
Been counting pennies for so long they glow
I know, I know, I know…black gold
But money makes the rich go round
And keeps the poor out of our towns
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And if I never find a way
Of breaking through this divided state
I’ll fight, I’ll fight
Could I give up my own comfort
For the fortune of another?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
But no one can kill this ghost yet
Consumer minds are bound to forget
About the troubles of a torn land
When its cost outweighs benefit
Every desperate cause you’ve known to slide
And it seems the truth was something left behind
Been counting pennies for so long they glow
I know, I know, I know…black gold
Take charge
Got something to tell you boy
Right here
Right here, right now
You know now ignorance is impossible
Maybe this is guilt talkin’
Write off Johnny
Every desperate cause you’ve known to slide
And it seems the truth was something left behind
Been counting pennies for so long they glow
I know, I know, I know…black gold
Waiting on a cure that’s more divine
Cause’ a worldly resolution’s hard to find
When you're counting pennies for so long they glow
I know, I know, I know…black gold
Every desperate cause you’ve known to slide
And it seems the truth was something left behind
Been counting millions for so long they glow
I know, I know, I know…black gold
credits
from
Junk Food For Thoughts,
released 01 September 2010
blake hanley, vocals, guitar
emmanuel mendoza, bass
lawrence qualls, drums