I am a backseat driver from America They drive to the left on Falls Road The man at the wheels name is Seamus We pass a child on the corner he knows And Seamus says, Now, what chance has that kid got? And I say from the back, I dont know. He says, Theres barbed wire at all of these exits . . . And there aint no place in Belfast for that kid to go. (chorus) Its a hard life Its a hard life Its a very hard life Its a hard life wherever you go If we poison our children with hatred then, the hard life is all that theyll know And there aint no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go (Chicago) (This world) A cafeteria line in Chicago The fat man in front of me Is calling black people trash to his children hes the only trash here I see And Im thinking this man wears a white hood in the night when his children should sleep But, they slip to their window and they see him And they think that white hoods all they need (repeat chorus) I was a child in the sixties dreams could be held through TV With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther Oh, I believed, I believed . . I BELIEVED Now, I am the backseat driver from America I am not at the wheel of control I am guilty, I am war, . . . I am the root of all evil Lord, and I cant drive on the left side of the road (repeat chorus) youtu.be/GLFg9haRBZk?list=PL2BC03C6C2BA12A65
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 06:43:07 +0000
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