🎶In this mean old part of the city. Where, son’s aren’t allowed (anymore) to shine.
Well, there ain’t no use in crying.
American woman you’re so young and pretty.
1 thing I know is true.
You’ll be dead before your time is due.
See my daddy in bed he’s dying.
Hair going bald & grey.
Watching his body as it wastes away.
We gotta get out of this place.
It’ll be the last thing we’ll ever do.
We gotta get out of this place.
Believer’s, there’s a better Place for me & You.
American woman you’re so young and pretty.
1 thing I know is true.
We’ll all be dead before our time is due.
See my daddy in bed he’s dying.
Hair going bald & grey.
He’s been working & slaving his life away.
(And what the flying fuck for?)
Work, Work, Work, WORK!
Put your head Down,
And W-O-R-K your soul away,
Then get the blame for it going astray!
(Aaaaaaaah!)
We gotta get out of this place.
If it’s the last thing we’ll ever do.
We gotta get out of this place.
Believer’s, there’s a better Life for me & You.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, YEAH!
(Yaaaaaaaay!)🎶
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Author:
AwHec8 (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2023 07:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Keep waking up on the reality (right) side of the bed. Whoo Hoo. Don
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Not musical, but is that the Blues?
A right good little song anyway - if only you wouldn't exclude non-believers and allow them an escape too, Don.
I was thinking more in the line of those who believe in Truth & Love. Not necessarily those who believe in religious dogmatic traditions.
But you are right Doggerel Dave and I could have simply put the word ‘Peoples’ instead of the word ‘Believers.’
Thank You for your comments and especially for sharing your words of wisdom. Don
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