and a good dream to stand up for.
Got my hand over my heart,
but I don't feel at home here anymore
Big, big flag above the big, big mall,
and the shake rattle and roll to the core.
Things sprawl after they fall,
and I don't feel at home here anymore
Homeland of Sojourner Truth
and Chief Joseph before,
Many quiet words of wisdom drowned out by TV
and I don't feel at home here anymore.
Blind engineer, war train on the track,
many many a heart is sore.
We want our country back;
we want to feel at home here once more.
I want my country back.
Contributed by daniela -k.d.- - 2007/11/12 - 13:45
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