Текст песни Bad Religion - The Streets Of America, слова песни Bad Religion

Текст песни Bad Religion - The Streets Of America

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Desolate and without purposeRadiating from so many septic sourcesForming the fabric of a wayward peopleDisappearing as the vestiges of our pastScratched like tartan into virgin soilA substrate for progress and disarrayA spreading network of broken dreamsSearching for a thoroughfare to take us awayJust a little tale from streets of America (say a little prayer)Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteriaTrenchant, weary native sonsStep backAnd see the damage doneMeander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)The streets of AmericaBlack, tarred concretePine for meLying dormantFor you and countryHardened surfaceCracked withinCatch the sweatFrom off the chinOf men and womenSenior and childWho look to youAnd your sterile milesAnd in their staresIs bald dismayFor what you promisedLed them astrayHard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veinsFalse hopes corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

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The Streets Of America

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