We've got no money But we've got our lives A voice that's louder than any picket sign Don't take away what is ours to keep This very land that lies beneath our feet Don't know about this mess we're in Bombs are bursting in a far off land Fire in the sky, a soldier takes his stand But who is to know about the rules that men make For what honor and for who's sake Don't know about this mess we're in The smoke is clearing and we see a light Coming together for a different fight All of us looking, finding our way again Out of this mess we're in She's walking the streets because she has no home All she has hangs on her flesh and bones Too many nights sleeping without a warm bed She passes by but they just turn their heads Don't know about this mess we're in Old man dying from too much drink Blood and glass laying in the bathroom sink No one stopped to read the words that he wrote Or care to hear to stories that he told Don't know about this mess we're in The smoke is clearing and we see a light Coming together for a different fight All of us looking, finding our way again Out of this mess we're in
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